The Storyteller flicks their tail thoughtfuly. They are gathering their thoughts to form a careful answer, though as the silence stretches on and their bright, rounded eyes stare forward, their intent may or may not be readily visible.

"When you steep yourself in a new place, a new land, does it not become second nature to meld yourself to the people there? If you are polite, of course. Now imagine this in reverse. Imagine the land itself has no person to give itself life. It is meaningless, but ready. And then you arrive.

"Would that make the land any different from a Deity, regardless?"