Spent part of the night arguing with a god (of course) about a pile of rocks. I had managed to get a thing because of the influence of this particular god and one other from a different pantheon. Every time I look that that thing, I see the coordinated efforts and am grateful for it.
But now the more vocal of the two wants more than appreciation. He wants a marker placed with the thing (a simple gathering of small stones (not the stone eggs I queried about)) that would establish himself as the dominant god of the thing and the shenanigans associated with the thing.
And I was arguing with him last night that the action would be offensive to the other god unless I also had a marker for him as well, reducing the vocal god’s “ownership” back to half.
He didn’t like that.
The other god, while aware of the… discussion… said nothing and remained so far away from the scene, I had to stretch to sense him. How far did I have to stretch? As far as the water recedes before the approaching tsunami.
The warning signs were clear to me. Do not capitulate. Do not do the thing. Leave things as they are for now.
“I’m not asking for a string of letters in gold foil to be draped from wall to wall. It’s just a pile of rocks. Pebbles, even.”
“And a caduceus is just a stick. Knock the shit off. I’m not going to risk angering [the other god] because you want someone else to know you’re up to some shit. A joint effort requires joint acknowledgement, and right now [the other god] wants to run silent and deep. You go talk to him and get him on board before I do a damn thing.”
“Must you be so rigidly procedural?”
“With you around? Bloody right.”
I almost want to be a witness to that… discussion. But the last time those two butted heads, shit got wrecked.