Perhaps that was part of it, the hollowness. Marisol had fashioned some of her sparkly adornments out of metallic deposits, and apparently didn't mind mixing them since some were silvery and others were golden in coloration. Yes- she certainly had enjoyed her connection to such things. She used to be able to feel untapped potential in the aforementioned baubles but now they felt cold and lifeless. It was jarring at first. Was this how metals felt to normal humans? "It's alright, you needn't trouble yourself to think back on it further." Though Marisol was curious she was not overly insistent. ".... What is Ragnarok?" Sounding it out slowly since she'd never attempted to say such a word before.

Fair point. Yes- see there was nothing suspicious about her story in the slightest. "Mm, I suppose so since you wouldn't have a purpose in doing so. It might be nice to enjoy seeing how others have arranged their living space though wouldn't it?" Getting into interior design briefly. Humans kept all manner of things in their homes and not all of them seemed useful, they were of interest to her.

"Temples come in a variety of sizes, dear girl." Stating this as if it should be common knowledge. "In fact the one I reside in is situated on a small island which is cut off from the mainland for most of the year. It is only during the springtime when the waters are navigable and I can make my yearly pilgrimage, and rounds of blessings. That's why being here is such a rare treat." The story just has to become bigger and bigger.