"What."

"Nothing! It's just...








"Gods are supposed to be really big and powerful, you know? They can fly, I think, and they smite stuff and answer prayers and...

...you know..."







"...not get trapped in pens."

"I'm not trapped! I'm just temporarily stuck in cow-form, and while in cow-form I can't do all the sorts of stuff I can normally do in Goddess-form! As soon as Urist Three-Hundred-and-Six realizes that his stupid reincarnation thing didn't work he'll just zap me back! Or that idiot Catten butchers me and my inner Goddess gets released, and I get to curse his stoney dwarf butt to the pits of hell and back!"

"Yeah, but - "









"DO NOT DOUBT ME, TINY MORTAL! I AM A GODDESS TO THE VERY CORE! WEAVER OF REALITY! BREAKER OF MINDS! AN IMMORTAL WHO ANSWERS PRAYERS WITH ONE HOOF AND SMITES BLASPHEMERS WITH THE OTHER, AND ALSO TWO OTHER ADDITIONAL THINGS WITH THE REMAINING HOOVES! MY POWER MAY BE LIMITED WHILST IN MY MORTAL FORM, BUT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY MY IMMORTAL FORM WOULD ROCK YOUR ALPACA WOOL SOCKS, FEEBLE MORTAL GIRL!!!!"







"...O...Oh, okay. Just..."







"Just what."








"...are you super sure you're a God? Like, really?"