Sanaa nearly preened at Kari's words, feeling the pride any god would feel at the approval of a mortal. Sure, some were too prideful to admit it, but it was always a pleasant thing to be admired.
"It is the way we were made by our mother, Mkodi, the maker of all things. My crafting is a pale star to her shining sun." The words came with a stab of chagrin and a hint of jealousy. She had long ago vowed to match, even surpass, her 'mother' and the only way to do that would be to create life as she did. It was her purpose and her driving force. It was why she strove for new and better creations, for more followers to add to her power. She would need them to obtain the heights of power that Mkodi held. It was a small kernel of a secret tucked away in her heart that one day this great being might nod her approval and acknowledge the gold goddess as an equal.
The question about flying was so off her train of thought that Sanaa was taken aback for a moment, blinking great green eyes as she thought it over, a frown slipping onto her brow. She waved a paw in dismissal of something so trivial.
"Flying is like swimming upside down through the air, where the surface of the water is the ground, and breaking it would break you. Every movement is a struggle, a fight against the forces that work to ruin your efforts, but there is a freedom in being able to move any way you please, with nothing to hold you back, but the limits of your own strength and endurance." Short, concise, and it described adequately how Sanaa herself felt about flying. To her, it was nothing so special, something that came as easy and naturally as walking.
