Maybe! When I can see further ahead. A flicker of pride and desire-to-share. Do you want to see the Foresight again? I still cannot see very far but it is clearer now. 

:Sure!:

Again the feeling of being offered a metaphorical hand, and gently drawn in toward something, and - something comes into focus, not in the room but somewhere else. A shining city, buildings and roads and doors and windows, alleys and signposts and crossroads. 

:It's so pretty this way:

Puzzlement. 

Is it not-pretty another way?

:When I've seen it with Amshalan, it's like threads and it's not pretty:

I see. There is some disappointment and slight bemusement, the sense that the small god thinks Foresight should be very beautiful.

:I think I agree. What does this mean?:

I am not as good at mapping what I see there to words as I will be when I have more practice. I think this road is straight and does not have any dark alleyways because things are predictably going to go as planned and in a way that is good? And then here they might go a few different ways, which are all good but different. I do not know what the differences between them are, yet. I think the windows represent something about information that affects decisions, and the doors are - points at which something changes and can not be put back the way it was before, if crossed.

:Oh, that's really interesting: She's taking notes but this is particularly information-dense and she scribbles faster.

The small god notices and repeats it again more slowly for her. 

:Thank you. I'm thinking I might write a book about this process:

I am curious what sorts of content would go in a human book about my creation?

:I'd put in bits about the logistics, and a safe partial outline of the technical specs - don't want a lot of people making a lot of gods left and right - and I'd include my conversations with you plus notes on how I interpreted them at the time and with whatever hindsight I'm going to accumulate. Maybe I'll try to draw the city:

Oh. A pause, and a less-obvious but still perceptible shifting-of-angle, looking for the right translation of something a lot more alien than words. Do you have any hindsight yet on your conversations with me when I was very tiny?

:Not especially, mostly I thought then and still think now that you were very adorable:

Adorable. A sense of not-quite translating - not confusion on the verbal level, but inability to fully propagate this communication back to the god-concept layer. Why that word?

:Humans think babies and sometimes other things are cute. You were cute - still are, though less intensely - both in a baby way and in an other-thing way because you were, hm, fumbling and new and didn't know what to do with all your experiences quite yet:

I was very new and very confused and a baby god, the now-less-baby god agrees.

:Yes. And very cute. But you're growing up fast. I'm glad to have had a chance to meet you as a baby:

Human babies grow up for longer. The small god says this with assurance, as a fact it's confident of.

:That's right. And we don't even remember it, later. Will you remember being a baby?:

Yes, though my baby experiences are, pause, word-searching, in a different language from how I experience now, one could say, so it is odd to remember them.

:I sometimes feel that way about what I remember from before I was about six. Is it sort of like how your avatar-concepts are different from your god-concepts?:

It is analogous, yes, though they are different in a different way.

Pause. ...I do have the capacity to show humans the godconcepts more directly, if you ever wish to. Not most humans, but Leareth needs that access to do his checks before he makes me any stronger, and you would be welcome as well.