The longer I stay the more unbelievable things are getting.

[She's decided to work through her language barrier by throwing herself in head first onto the network speaking what fragmented parts she knows, sans euphemisms and references. She still doesn't understand those.]

There have been many floods over centuries but during this one I learned to glide on ice!

[Ice skating. She was horrible at it to start with but natural litheness made it easier to get the hang of it once she truly understood.]

These gods here. They are varying but their cause is understandable, if only they did not kidnap to accomplish it.

The deities where I come from have long since left or were lost.

Divinian, my language, is one of the last things passed down, known by very few, before they vanished.

What are they like where you're from? What are the stories and legends that you know of?

I am curious.