Take my body - Painting

[MORAG TONG.]

Before joining the tribe, Morag Tong had never been a particularly spiritual individual. It was quite ironic, considering his title within the group nowadays. Regardless, he hadn't been raised to believe in spirits, or gods watching overhead, judging the actions of "mortals." His birth home had been far more focused in jobs and getting them done, rather than obsessing over individuals that lived in the sky. His attitude had changed when he had joined the tribe, however. He had come to appreciate the idea of gods much more, although he remained somewhat skeptical, if he was being honest. He supported and respected both Harpous and Vistarious, but he also occasionally saw them more as constructs, rather than proper people. He tended to see them as representing the sun and the moon, rather than literally living within them, or being them. He mainly kept this to himself, however, not wanting to clash with anyone else's interpretation of things.

He had never really thought about what would happen if someone else arrived, who had a completely different idea of who represented the sun. Muse's presence seemed to represent something uniquely new, although Morag Tong wasn't completely aware of this, just yet. He didn't quite see everything between the lines, although Muse's painting certainly was... intriguing. Moving over to sit down nearby Kainan, Morag remained silent for a moment before raising one of his white paws. He pointed at the rust colored vague shapes that lingered within the stars of the painting, questioning, "Your work is very nice... although, if you don't mind me asking, what are those meant to represent?" He didn't notice the other's unease – not yet, anyways. Instead, his focus was solely on their painting, and what it could mean about their past.