the places

• 17th Boulevard
  17th Boulevard is, simply put, my temple. If I were a full-fledged goddess this is where you would come to worship me, but as it is, this is where you go if you want to get on my good side to ask me a favor. It is not, despite the name, an actual boulevard, but it is tree-lined, which counts for something. The Chasm God also lives nearby, and indeed it was his exhortation that led me to make it my cathedral.
  
  
• The Goop Factory
  There aren't many places where demigoddesses can go to do demigoddess things, but the Goop Factory is one. Here an august collection of divinities, humans and some of the most fantastic gadgets I've ever met have teamed together to pursue a most ambitious goal. The actual goal is kind of hard to describe, but it involves taking goop, also known as primordial soup, and refining it and refining it until it is light enough to be sprayed in all directions over the surrounding countryside. Our hope is that it will protect us from some of the more fickle and inhumane gods and goddesses
  
  
• The Reflecting Rock
  The Reflecting Rock is a large, flat slab of white granite on a tiny strip of south-facing shoreline. It was by sacrificing red wine using this rock as an altar while the full moon culminated over the sea that I first invoked Seamother and thus allowed her to change my life. The Rock, alas, is fairly distant, so I am only able to visit and pay homage once a year or so.
  
  
• The Seven-Fold Tree
  I was born beneath this tree many years ago, as was my Twin. It was a single aspen tree with seven trunks, growing in the middle of the desert. It was the original dwelling place for my spirit before it was destroyed by a wind storm about three years ago. Ever since I have regarded air-aligned people and sylphs with considerable suspicion.
  
  

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