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*sniffle* My little girl is all grown up.
Mar. 23rd, 2003 11:45 pmOkay, technically not my little girl. In fact technically I was sent to kill her at one point. But hey, everything worked out okay in the end, and I still feel a certain sense of pride in her accomplishments, since I'm the one who brought her in.
Amanda (technically, Q, but I realize that since lesser beings read this journal I probably should use alternate names where they'd be recognizable) has officially been declared the Maiden Goddess on B'fario. Teenage girls are praying to her for luck in finding a mate and other such tedious nonsense. It's days like these I'm heartily glad everyone who ever worshiped me either thought I was a trickster or a demon, but Amanda seems to be enjoying the attention.
Becoming a god is something of a rite of adolescence around here-- adults tend to find it tedious to interact with mortals as gods, and take up either being spirit guides, playacting at being mortal, being general pains in the asses, or don't interact with mortals at all, but the younger ones eat it up. Amanda will be a good maiden goddess. She's already granted three petitioners opportunities for good marriages and made the hair fall out of one particularly obnoxious petitioner.
Why these girls are so hung up on marrying, now, I can't imagine. My advice, if they'd take my advice, would be: don't. Live your life carefree and unencumbered! Party until you're old and then party some more! Growing up and having kids isn't nearly as much fun as they think it is. But then, the B'fario put spinster women to death when they hit menopause, so I imagine they've got some motivation to saddle themselves with the ties that bind and drag. (Amanda will probably put an end to that, though my suggestion would be *don't* do it with a godly lightshow, that's tacky beyond belief. Try to be subtle while you're trying to get mortals to stop doing the stupid thing they've been doing for hundreds of their petty little generations.)
Amanda (technically, Q, but I realize that since lesser beings read this journal I probably should use alternate names where they'd be recognizable) has officially been declared the Maiden Goddess on B'fario. Teenage girls are praying to her for luck in finding a mate and other such tedious nonsense. It's days like these I'm heartily glad everyone who ever worshiped me either thought I was a trickster or a demon, but Amanda seems to be enjoying the attention.
Becoming a god is something of a rite of adolescence around here-- adults tend to find it tedious to interact with mortals as gods, and take up either being spirit guides, playacting at being mortal, being general pains in the asses, or don't interact with mortals at all, but the younger ones eat it up. Amanda will be a good maiden goddess. She's already granted three petitioners opportunities for good marriages and made the hair fall out of one particularly obnoxious petitioner.
Why these girls are so hung up on marrying, now, I can't imagine. My advice, if they'd take my advice, would be: don't. Live your life carefree and unencumbered! Party until you're old and then party some more! Growing up and having kids isn't nearly as much fun as they think it is. But then, the B'fario put spinster women to death when they hit menopause, so I imagine they've got some motivation to saddle themselves with the ties that bind and drag. (Amanda will probably put an end to that, though my suggestion would be *don't* do it with a godly lightshow, that's tacky beyond belief. Try to be subtle while you're trying to get mortals to stop doing the stupid thing they've been doing for hundreds of their petty little generations.)