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“What are you?”
“I am the avatar of the Fallow God. It speaks, through me.”
“What is the Fallow God?”
There was a pause, and the thing turned its head and stared at her. Haltingly, each syllable pronounced individually, it spoke in its creaky voice.
“Did you want a pony?'
“What?”
“When you were young, did you want a pony?”
“Uh, yeah, for a while.”
“And you,” it said turning towards him, “did you want to be, an astronaut? Or, a cowboy?”
“A dentist, actually.”
The others looked at him incredulously.
“What? My uncle had really bad teeth.”
“And, are you a dentist?” It turned back to her. “Did you get, your pony?”
“No.”
“And, the first one you loved, are they yours, now?”
“...No.”
“That is the Fallow God. Your dreams are as seeds, sown into the wind. Some bear fruit, but most... lie fallow.”