Able turned the page of the comic book. He was curios to see what ponies saw that was so terrifying about them. He couldn't read what the ponies were saying, he didn't want to abmit it but equestrian looked like a bunch of scribbles and pictures to him.
"Oh that's a good one," Lyra popped up behind him, causing him to start. "Did you get to the part where they explained the history of the myth?"
"No, not yet." He looked back to the gobbledygook that the ponies were saying. "At least I dont think so." He moved his finger over to turn the page, as he was about to turn the page the tip of his finger started to sting. "Oh god dammit." he cursed as he looked at the fresh and painful paper cut.
"Here," Lyra used her magic to open up a draw and grab a box of band-aids. "I'm guessing you've had your fair share of paper cuts too." She smiled as she pulled out a band aid.
"Yeah, doesn't mean they still don't hurt like hell." He stuck his finger in his mouth so the droplet of blood wouldn't stain anything important.
"Hey Able?" Lyra asked as she peeled the wrapper off. "What is god? I mean you keep saying it when something like this happens."
"Like when?" Able stuck out his finger so she could put it on.
"Well there was that time you stubbed your toe after we got back from the hospital." Lyra placed the bandage on snugly. "Or those other times when you were surprised by well anything. And then there was that time you fell down those last two stairs on the porch."
"Do I really say it that much?" Able placed the comic book down on the coffee table. he never really thought that the ponies had no idea who god was. "You ask a difficult question there Lyra." Able tapped his fingers on his knee. "God, is well for a lack of a better word god."
"How enlightening Able." Lyra rolled her eyes as she hoped on the couch next to him.
"Well, its not easy to explain. He made the universe and all things in it." Able tried to remember what he learned in church when he was younger. "He made us all in his image." He paused forgetting the fact that Lyra was a pony and a unicorn at that.
"So your saying god looks like you or like me?" Lyra raised a curious eyebrow. "Or am I getting mixed up already?"
"Like, everything, because he is everything." Able knew he messed up trying to explain. "Well I'm not completely sure he is a he at all."
"So is god a she, I mean after all if the whole of the universe was created by her and she filled it with life." Lyra nodded her head. "Last time I checked Able only females could bring life into the world."
"Maybe god is both, I've never personally met god" He sighed hoping that he had successfully killed that tangent of thought.
"Okay so, then why is god so important to you?"
"Well, that is who I was taught would always be there when I need help with something, and well at least for humans god is really important in our day to day life." He scratched the back of his head, he was a bit curious now. "So tell me Lyra, do you ponies have something like a god?"
"Hmmm." Lyra leaned her head on Ables shoulder." That's a good question. Well if I had to take a crack at it I would have to say that the Princesses are like your god. Granted they didn't create the universe and all the things in it, but the sun and moon wouldn't rise and set without them." She smiled for a second. "They are our day to day, when you think about it."
"Wait, you mean Luna?" Able started only for Lyra nod.
"Eeyup."
"That.... That is.."
"What, bizarre to you?" Lyra glance up to him. "And a being that literally surrounds you at all times, that looks like you but at the same time not like you, makes more sense?"
"Well yes it does." Able looked at the ring on his finger. "But then again the pastor never said anything about magical talking animals, so who know whose right."
"And the last time I checked, nonpony knows exactly how humans came to be either," She used her magic to pick open the comic book. "After all it's not like you humans were made out of clay and then give the breath of life."
Able looked at the page Lyra had flipped to, which had something that looked vaguely like a person with its hand over a puddle of clay. As he looked over the page the things hand reached out causing a person to start clawing their way out of the muck.
"But that's, just some myth that has circled around you guys since before we started herding with each other." Lyra scoffed at the comic. "I mean that just seems silly, your to soft and squishy to be made out of clay."