“So what I’m hearing,” Gryft said, finishing the last doughnut. “Is that if things had played out differently, you could’ve been a nice couch or a comfortable recliner instead.”
“Your willingness to do nothing but trifle astounds us.”
“I’ve pissed everyone I met off so far,” he groaned, getting up. “Why stop now?”
“We have not missed your attitude, Gryft.”
“Oh really,” he smirked. “So what did you miss?”
“The way you confidently smiled before getting hit.”
“Glad you and Sona share a common interest,” Gryft grumbled. “What happened to that book the lady had anyway? You said she stored it somewhere in here.”
“We believe you donated it to the library one day while cleaning.”
“Wait- The one I put in the children’s section?”
There was silence at both ends.
“I’ll… ask someone to put the book back,” Gryft coughed. “Or maybe lend it to this guy Iris introduced me to in The Afterlife; I think he was talking about some stuff that would be in that book. He was moody, gloomy, and wanted to cut me open. Like most humans, but I could get behind his intolerance for living things.”
“We feel you haven’t fully appreciated our story.”
“It was an interesting story, but I’m off though.”
“We thought you didn’t have plans today.”
“I don’t, but this place is pretty boring.”
“You believe one of the most powerful and primal forces in the world is boring?” it asked condescending.
“Eh, I’ve seen more impressive.”
Gryft started laughing at his own joke, and to his surprise, The Temple did too. He could hear a chorus of laughter behind him, slowly falling more and more out of unison. He couldn’t help but think that it was even more hilarious. By the time they stopped the laughter, Gryft had tears in his eyes.
“You’ve actually got humor?” Gryft asked, surprised.
“Why does this surprise you?”
“Because you’re not even a person. You’re…”
“Don’t assume you know our whole story because you know one.”
“Well how come you wouldn't give me cool powerful magic when you possessed me, huh?” he asked like a child.
“That would have been dangerous.”
“Typical,” he rolled his eyes. He turned to the entrance of The Temple and spread his wings. “Any messages you want me to deliver?”
“To whom do you believe we would send a message to?”
“Hm, good question,” Gryft shrugged. “You gotta get out more.”
“We haven’t had a host in centuries.”
“Don’t worry, I believe you’ll find that special someone,” he laughed, soaring off into the sky howling. “You’ll go on another date sometime!” He darted away, planned on probably going and barging into Sona’s house for a good laugh. All the while The Temple thought about what Gryft had said.
“Can we find another host?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. We cannot leave The Temple and leave the carvations to perish.”
“Perhaps not permanently. Every so often.”
“Why do we need to leave?”
“We don’t need to.”
“We should see what the planes look like in person now.”
“Who would be our host?”
“Gryft?”
“…”
The Temple debated with itself more. Thousands of years of experience had made it master the art of arguing among itself. It wasn’t sure whether the conclusion was worth reaching though. Instead, The Temple went back to reminiscing at the past and how different the whole plane of existence used to be.
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