"And different cultures have different strengths. But if that belief fades..." Elaine looked down at her fingers, stained purple with berry juice. Was that opening a whole new can of worms, by throwing in the varieties of immortals who existed, country to country?
"It is not always ours to understand," she said at last, wiping her hands on a cloth, and turning back to the pastry to start crafting the top with a lattice. "I've had some interesting conversations with Merlin on the matter, and even he cannot divine our origins."