She's pulled into dock on the edge of the woods. There's no one else there, which isn't too unusual, just the edge of the world behind her, the soaring cliffs before her, and the forest spilling down either side like tumbling locks. It's nighttime, and she takes a moment to look up at the wandering stars. What this island loses on remoteness it makes up for in scenery, and the rooms carved into the cliff face are generally comfortable. And free. A port without fees is always nice.
"There's supposed to be a God who watches over the whole world like that. I don't know about that though. Would God let the demon invasion happen? Or fires and droughts and plagues and things?"
Uncertain ripple. "I don't know. I know I can't always stop things from happening to my lake. People throw trash in it sometimes. Maybe a world-spirit would have so much to take care of they couldn't do everything. A whole world does sound like an awful big charge."
"Maybe. Do you mind if I have a drink of water? Would it probably be okay to drink? Water sometimes isn't, at home."
So she drinks, cupping the water in her hands to do so. "It was nice to meet you but I probably should go back soon. Sarati will be looking for me."
"I barely told you any stories! That was more like facts about my world. I'll give you one for real before I leave."
And she commences a shaky recollection of the legend of Seralda, the Witch who made peace between wolves and men, creating dogs.
"Well, many of them want the same things humans do, but spirits can be harder to model."
"Then I guess I should explore out here a little more. I don't think there's much magic out here."