Magia
The Other World, as the deities called it, felt especially cramped today. Logically, to the goddess, she understood that this made no sense, as the Other World was a realm completely under her control. It was, essentially, a room she could turn into an entire world if she wanted to.
But it wasn't the Living World. Sitting on a glass chair, her golden legs crossed and a hand under her chin, the goddess sighed. She longed to stretch her legs and walk over real grass and feel the world around her. And yet, she thought. Because of Niven's petty little war, I'm not allowed to do that.
What to do, what to do?
