They say that no one is immune to their song, and it’s true, it’s true; people who try to claim that because they don’t experience romantic attraction, they can’t be wooed, are likely to find themselves swept into an overwhelmingly intimate friendship which has nothing to do with romance, but everything to do with the all-consuming sparks created when two people of compatible minds strike against each other for the first time.
It can all too easily become an inferno, consuming everything in its path, and older friendships will often find themselves immolated, ignored, disregarded until the flames die down. This is normal and natural and inescapable, and those truths do not undo the damage done, or heal the wounds created by suddenly absent attention, by jealous and envy and shame.
Woo Woo is sorry for the damage that they do, but they consider the scales balanced by the joys they bring, those bright moments of sudden synchronicity with someone who wasn’t in your life a week ago, but is now one of the fixed stars in your sky.
They are an exhausting god. Fortunately, they don’t stay with anyone for long: it is their destinate to have no faithful, only faithless, for they are transitory by nature, fleeting, and all the sweeter for it. They would no more linger with a single soul than they would allow themself to be caged. And some, who seek new people more often than most, can spend enough time in their company to become all but priests of their short-lived religion, adored and anointed.
But soon enough, the god will tire of them as well, and fly away to perch in someone else’s heart.
Do not think of them as good, or evil, or malicious, or kind. Think of them as fickle, and you will be closer than any other descriptor in the dictionary.
Over the course of this documentary description, they have already flown away.
[image description: An adorable cuckoo sits atop a crooked wooden cuckoo clock, its green plumage a contrast with the clock’s traditional carved wooden oak leaves and classic cruciform details. The red clock face is in the shape of a heart – as are its hands, the demarcations of hours, and the 3 hanging carved wooden weights. The door of the clock is open, and its perch empty. Inside the wee door, nothing remains save a busted spring. In the background, a field of hundreds of light pink hearts. Spritely text with curling serifs on its capitals reads, “#104 Woo Woo – Small God of New Relationship Energy.”]
Artist Lee Moyer (13th Age, Cursed Court) and author Seanan McGuire (Middlegame, Every Heart a Doorway) have joined forces to bring you icons and stories of the small deities who manage our modern world, from the God of Social Distancing to the God of Finding a Parking Space.
Join in each week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many tiny divinities: