One of the advantages of fantasy is that I don’t have to waste a lot of time creating the kinds of logical or causal justifications required by the conventions of realism.
“All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth’s mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed,
All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms
The pard’s swift anger; these would weigh but light
‘Gainst thy delights, my Khadeeth! Whence protected
By naught save her great grace that in him showeth,
My song goes forth and on her mercy calleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”