Place: Holy Island | The Vievecor City Gallery
Oliver watched with baited breath as they unloaded another trunk of antiquities onto the loading dock of the gallery, the fragrant smell of they hay they had used to pack the crates filling his nose, it was always a delight to get new things to put on exhibit, before he returned them to where they came from of course. He had never felt right about keeping the artifacts of other cultures. None of them were his culture, as a deity he had none really. Humans were so funny like that. Opening the crate he reached in and pulled out a vase, lovely, it looks like it was cast in metal and pain-stakingly etched.
"It's really so fascinating, this entire civilization grew and fell simply because progress. They discovered how to cast metal and when they did they made drinking vessels like this pot. Unfortunately the metal they cast was lead. They all slowly died out from lead poisoning. Unlucky. You have to wonder what gods were looking out for these people huh?" Oliver had a sad little smile on his face, of course interfering could have altered human history, still the story was sad. These people were gone and nothing was left by the buildings they had lived in and the thing that had killed them. "Still they are incredibly beautiful don't you think? Give me a minute to get the manifest in order and we can go." He said to his companion, a friendly gentle smile on his face.
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Peter wasn't sure how he ended up talking to a deity but he had interesting insights about the gallery that you didn't normally get when walking around by yourself. Originally he had come for the coffee but had been drawn into listening to the other speak. In his experience, you had to look out for yourself because no one would look out for you. Gods and deities included. Everyone had selfish desires and needs and those often led to trouble, something the previous spirit would know about it. "You would be surprised. I think the gods would have to see something worse saving before they decided to intervene," he responded with a shrug.
He was meant to be appear human and human's were nihilistic at the best of times, something Pete could easily be when discussing the bigger things in life. Finishing off the rest of his coffee cup, he put an easy smile back on his face. "Maybe the destruction leads to growth. Like forest fires and floods?" he suggested. "They're destructive but it makes room for new things to grow." Stepping aside, he gave Oliver the room to work while he looked at the art. It wasn't something he ever really understood but he could understand the time spent in creating something beautiful. "It is beautiful. And take your time, I'm in no rush."















