Days were flowing by nicely and it seemed that devloping a routine had helped stablise Rokopelli's confusion.
She'd wake up at sunrise, walk or fly for a while to wake herself up. This would be followed by a hunt and though they were generally unsuccessful she was beginning to learn the ways in which one should stalk. Then after a hunt she would settle down to practice her powers in the shade. After that a snooze and after that some wandering.
It was the afternoons where her confusion grew worse, possibly because she had no set goal and there was often no one around. So, she'd be forced to talk to Roko, her more gentle and childlike personality.
That was what she was doing now.
"Killing is bad, Pelli."
"Why?"
"Because we shouldn't kill. It makes people sad and we don't want to make people sad."
"Not sad. We want to make people pay."
"Maybe Mummy is gone?"
"Mummy Koya?"
"No... other Mummy."
"Oh, her." The goddess snarled. It was odd, the slight change of her voice as her personalities sought to take the lead. She was quite literally talking to herself! "Soon we won't need to worry about her. She'll be dead. Then we'll know she is gone and we can do what we want."
"No. Not what we want. There are rules, Pelli."
"Shut up, Roko! I'd kill you too if I could."
That silenced her conversation and with a huff she stalked across to bask in the sunshine. Heat didn't seem to bother her much. She was a desert cat at heart.
