The First (for Cy'ra), the creation of Cy'ra's first character

[daughterofthestars]

The shapeless soul wandered into the great hall, gaping at the towering doors and arches above it. The last was the door, great and forbidding and obsidian, with torches of flame dancing beside it. The soul shivered and cowered, fear rising. It looked away quickly to the silver hall, and cried out. The fog roiled, but did nothing. Dierdre ignored the cry. The soul reeled and came up before the last and final archway, shimmering gold and shinging with light. The soul shivered with joy and peace. This is what was meant for it. It cried out, louder this time, the keening cry of a young soul. The goddess of light stirred, her great golden form lifting itself off the floor. The great, shimmering golden lioness dissolved into light, and reformed, and dissolved again, and never truly took a recognizable shape, looking at times equine, others canine, and still others human. The goddess' golden hair flowed around her in rays of light as she came nearer to the tiny soul, which trembled, not with fear, but with anticipation. It reached up. The light goddess grazed it with a finger, and hands reached up to her, legs stretching to make the tiny form closer to the goddess. She smiled, and breathed upon the two legged creature. Flowing hair grew and sucked in the light, changing it from a neutral brown to a bright, shining brown that radiated gold and red hues. The soul was given a gender, and eyes as bright blue as a sunny sky. She still reached up, whimpering in her search for love from the goddess. Imirhein shushed the youngling, and took her hands in her misty golden light. The girl closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of her maker.

The goddess chuckled and twirled the girl. The human lengthened, but stayed strong. The goddess ran a tendril of light over the girl's face, and the rest of it appeared: a smooth complexion and a strong chin, a straight nose and full, pouting lips.

The goddess poured a golden picher over her, filling her with a love for animals, a straight sense of justice, and a strong will. The girl's blue eyes shined in the golden light of the temple. She smiled and looked into her maker's eyes, who smiled back. Fertile brown hair, like the earth. Eyes of the bluest skies. The earth and sky meet in the trees, the plants. This girl would have an uncanny green thumb, possibly even control over smaller plants, or larger ones, if she stuck to it. She would always be moving, an urging to stay planted and fly at the same time. She would hate the rain and love the sun and moon. Friends of the trees would be her friends too, the animals of the sky and earth that share her loves. This girl of the forest: Silvia.

[Dark]

((A special note to anyone who reads this topic... this is not how the Halls were originally intended, though I suppose this works too...

At Saoirse Eas, we implemented the Halls to be a new way to allow someone to create their character and get a feel for them without having any risks whatsoever... and what better way to do that than role-playing their very creation?))