"...I do not feel like myself when I do it," Pop admitted, with a faint smile in that glimmer in his eyes. "Giving myself a name beyond the title and the species... I could accept that. But the language, the etiquette... I do wonder if it unnerves them." His expression darkened. "But I do wish, sometimes, that I could be among them. But perhaps... that is simply not something for the Alpha to do." He seemed to sigh, wistful.
“Golly, if I know how that feels like!” responded Icetales, feeling sympathy toward the deity in front of him. “Well, I am no Alpha, but I have felt this barrier cast between myself and the goodmons, separated by our oh-so-distinct origins.
“It is not easy to integrate, I agree. When thou have become a symbol of sorts and crafted thy own image, trying to change might appear… jarring to others, we could say.” He sighed. “I have tried to blend in, but that made me look more like a fool than anything. Mocked for my lingo, mocked when I try to change my lingo… it’s like I can never win, no matter what.”
Icetales paused and rubbed his chin with a forepaw, thoughtfully.
“…But perhaps we do not have to… change at all? Perhaps there is a way to be among goodmons while still staying true to ourselves? I reckon this might be the way to do things. And who knows? With time they might accept thee just the way thou are. Accept thy presence in their lives.” He flashed a determined smile. “I know I want to accomplish this goal, and… perhaps thou should tread into a similar path as well. Let us no try to act ‘in’, but still be ‘in’ their lives in some way.”
"It is sad, in a way," he admitted. "I created this world long, long ago due to a vague sense of loneliness, as many of my kind do. We are Creators, but only to fill a distinct loneliness. And yet, I cannot partake in the togetherness that my Creation can foster... Not in the true sense. Perhaps... I've drifted. Perhaps my world is growing up...
"That is another thing one must be aware of," he told Icetales. "When you are a leader... be sure to keep your friends as much as you can. Otherwise... there is an emptiness that can come with power." He tapped a hoof on the ground. "Not even I can escape it sometimes."
“…I am very aware of that, and I shall keep this notion in mind. No ‘mon is an island, after all. Unity… that it the purest of powers.”
Icetales beamed a friendly grin, while his tails wagged and spread snowflakes.
“If it is of any comfort… I would be willing to be friends with thee. Thou have such great insight of matters, and I reckon there is plenty I could learn from thee.” He paused and his ears twitched. “If… thou not mind, of course.”
