I take it shaaks are your world's answer to a wooly-coated herbivore known as sheep in my world of origin?
I suppose at times, I overstudy the board, but I've seen what happens when I act on impulse.
[More work with the flint and steel, on a different bundle of tinder, resulting in more smoldering and smoke. A small brown weasel with a faint white radiance about its eyes scurries into view. Despite its size, the critter tries puffing on the smoldering tinder.]
I can't vouch for other species since I haven't a large enough sample to observe. But humans, in my experience, are such chaotic and willful creatures, they need to be watched over by living gods. If they could allow themselves to evolve, perhaps they wouldn't run their own civilizations into ruin. Perhaps my opinion will change, but the Pthumerians or something like them might seem the ideal keepers for them.
[He leans down again to blow on the smoldering tinder. Finally some small flames start to flick up from the tinder, startling the weasel, which skitters back. He sits back on his heels, fetching some bits pf kindling to slide into the flames.]
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I suppose at times, I overstudy the board, but I've seen what happens when I act on impulse.
[More work with the flint and steel, on a different bundle of tinder, resulting in more smoldering and smoke. A small brown weasel with a faint white radiance about its eyes scurries into view. Despite its size, the critter tries puffing on the smoldering tinder.]
I can't vouch for other species since I haven't a large enough sample to observe. But humans, in my experience, are such chaotic and willful creatures, they need to be watched over by living gods. If they could allow themselves to evolve, perhaps they wouldn't run their own civilizations into ruin. Perhaps my opinion will change, but the Pthumerians or something like them might seem the ideal keepers for them.
[He leans down again to blow on the smoldering tinder. Finally some small flames start to flick up from the tinder, startling the weasel, which skitters back. He sits back on his heels, fetching some bits pf kindling to slide into the flames.]