Secretly thinking he’s better than those that came before him, Sky told Water’s tale to Blue.
“I came and separated things. Love made me and gave me great function. I decided I am glorious.”
“Careful, a fall awaits.” Blue warned as she approached darkness.
“Water’s been apart from himself. I on the other hand find him absurd. He does not even know the meaning of love. I don’t see how Love is gracious with those who forsake his fold.”
“How can you give love if you see Water as dust?” Blue asked, steely and slowly.
She half expected an answer. It was Sky’s nature, after all, to look down on things.