She moved to the bench and sat down, ignoring his look and watching the flowers as they began to perk up a bit. Flowers were so delicate and sensitive, but they also had a certain ability to recover and flourish. She looked back at him when he asked his question, thinking of how best to answer.

"The mortals of my world believe that we are myths and children's tales," she replied, "But it wasn't always so, we once had temples...although mine have long since been destroyed," She paused, "The truth of the matter is that there is only one God in my world,the rest of us just convinced the mortals that we were worthy of being called gods." she shrugged, "There was a time when none of us had to hide and walked among the mortals, but...things change, as they always do."

Progression, war, technology, the lack of belief in the old ways, gaining a soul when you weren't supposed to have one...

"Why?"