Okamitsune strolled through the front door with a wide grin. "Yo, mom! Dad! I'm back! Didja miss me?"
"Welcome home, Sunny," Fenris' deep voice greeted her, "how was school?"
"Meh." She shrugged her backpack off and let it slam on the floor while kicking her sandals off her oversized paws. "I'm telling you, dad, this world is totally lame. I've only been here one day and I'm already missing the old one."
"Well, give it a little time."
Okamitsune wandered into the living room, staring at the night-black wolf sitting on the couch. He was smiling warmly down at a small potted plant sitting on the coffee table. "You okay, dad? You look kinda out of it."
He glanced up, still smiling. "I'm doing wonderful. Look at this!" He gestured towards the plant. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Uh..." Sunny stepped closer and kneeled down. The plant was healthy, but not exceptionally pretty. It definitely wasn't a flower, and in fact looked more like some kind of weed. "It's... Er... Green?"
Fenris snorted in amusement. "It's alive."
"It's a weed."
He reached out and stroked the leaves, his smile broadening as he made contact with the papery fronds. "But it's alive."
Sunny was getting a little worried, now. "Er, yeah. Were you expecting it wouldn't be?"
He let go of the plant and patted the opening next to him on the couch, scooting a little to the side so his large and curvaceous daughter would have room to sit. "Have time to listen to an old deity's ramblings?"
She carefully slid herself in and fidgeted until she was comfortable. "Sure. What's on your mind?"
He leaned back and rested his arms on the head of the couch. "Power."
Sunny blinked. "Power? Since when have you cared about power?"
Glancing over, he let his smile grow wider than ever. "You haven't got the slightest clue what I'm talking about, have you?"
"Not really, no."
He turned back to the plant. "If you were to touch that plant- not physically, of course, but with your essence- even if you were just to graze it, it would burst into a radiant flower."
Okamitsune snorted. "[i]A[/i] flower? I'm not a kid any more, dad. I bet I could make a whole forest outta that sucker without even trying!"
"You probably could." He leaned forward and picked the plant up, gently placing it in his lap. "That's why I'm glad that you're you. Because, unlike me, you're powerful."
Okamitsune placed a palm on her father's forehead. "You sure you're feeling okay?"
He pushed the hand away. "I'm a God of Destruction, remember? I can't get sick. Any illness that tried would dissolve."
"You're not [i]a[/i] God of Destruction," Sunny insisted, "you're [i]the[/i] God of Destruction. You don't like something, poof, it's gone. Someone or something is in your way, bang, no more. Some moment in time or space not up to snuff, fwoosh, there's a blank slate waiting for something better."
"Exactly." He stroked the plant again. "Waiting for something better, because I can't...