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"Can't you manipulate your divine aura?" I asked him. "What about you Amphitrite?"
"I can…" Amphitrite nodded. "Quite easily, though I can fly with these." She flapped her butterfly wings, which she inherited from me.
"Hm, and Hydros? Well I guess I don't even need to ask," I said.
"Yeah, I suppose the majority of islanders here, despite being gods, weren't… well, born with the ability to just manipulate all of their innate abilities, perhaps it's my mistake," Hydros sighed, apologizing. "I'm sorry Jeremias, maybe I should've tried to teach you and the rest…"
"Ah, please don't worry about it," Jeremias laughed. "Are you suggesting that we fly to pick the seaweed instead? Wounds like a good plan to me, mother-in-law."
