"We're all 'playthings of the gods,'" Wallie observed, a little more soberly. "Whether we're aware of it or not. That's what gods do."
Still, it was a valid question, and he couldn't blame her. He expected he would have to explain this more than a few times, and he would probably meet at least a few people who would think he was off his head. Which was, he had to admit, probably also fair.
"If by 'normal world,' you mean Earth, then yes and no." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "My name is and isn't Shonsu. Shonsu is from a very different sort of world, yes. Primitive, you could say. My name is really Wallie Smith, and I'm from Edmonton." He gave her a bashful sort of smile. "Actually, I was born in Saskatchewan. Either way, Shonsu and I are sort of the same person now."
He shook his head. He sounded like a lunatic even to himself. "Are you sure you want to hear this? I promise I'm not crazy."
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Still, it was a valid question, and he couldn't blame her. He expected he would have to explain this more than a few times, and he would probably meet at least a few people who would think he was off his head. Which was, he had to admit, probably also fair.
"If by 'normal world,' you mean Earth, then yes and no." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "My name is and isn't Shonsu. Shonsu is from a very different sort of world, yes. Primitive, you could say. My name is really Wallie Smith, and I'm from Edmonton." He gave her a bashful sort of smile. "Actually, I was born in Saskatchewan. Either way, Shonsu and I are sort of the same person now."
He shook his head. He sounded like a lunatic even to himself. "Are you sure you want to hear this? I promise I'm not crazy."