Ah. I suppose - well you see that is not scholarly debate, that way, not for us. It is quite hard for it to be a question when you have talked to the soul of a mountain and to the spirit of the flower that grows upon it. [ The differences, she can live with, strange as they are to hear, to imagine a world that -

.... Well it seems so empty, what Ianthe describes. ] ... I wish you could see it, it would be easier than explaining it. I must sound half-mad, I am sure, you are ever so patient with me. [ She presses a kiss to her skin, wherever she can reach from curled up beside and on her. The old familiar habit of reassuring that she did not seek to outwit or outsmart Ianthe, that she saw her as far more clever. ] Things can be born entirely of Aether - Spirit essence, and form physical manifestation for themselves. It can be shaped in many ways, too. Some are places, some are ideas, some never have bodies at all.