"Magic," Nanshe said, and it was obvious to anyone who knew anything about it. That was magic, what Annabelle just used, and there was no mistaking it. It wasn't the same sort as what she and her father used, but it was still recognizable. Nanshe smiled a little.
Some are supernatural things, she said. Nanshe'd never quite thought of herself as such a thing, but perhaps it was a label she could wear with relative truth. It wasn't preferable, but if it helped others understand her...
The goddess let out a breath. "Do you know why?" she finally asked. It seemed the most important question. "Why they've taken us?"