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The Sun God came, ever watchful of his land’s lord. He had been watching Gaucho through his trials, monitoring him through his sensory deprivation, and enjoying the way the primitive beast seemed to learn from every encounter he had gone through. In particular, he enjoyed it because he knew the beast’s capacity for learning. To others he seemed slow as his thick tongue struggled over the nimble Helovian language, but to the Sun God he was a willing mind ready to better himself. Perhaps most impressive was that he was willing to better himself for the sake of others, as well as for his own sake. The Sun God, who was not impressed by most, was surely impressed by the Wildfire.
Of course, his unending devotion didn’t hurt.
Blooming as tendrils of flame from the Wildfire’s fiery wings, the Sun God’s form started from the hooves and built itself up, the burning fingers becoming a cohesive form. For a few seconds, the Sun God’s body was one made entirely of flame. A horse, but a horse of fire, much like the creatures that Gaucho could call from his antlers. Then the flame solidified- he was a phoenix born from Gaucho’s wings. Of course, such an impressive display was only worth it if the Wildfire could see others around him. For this meeting, he would be allowed sight.
“So,” he began abruptly, of course knowing what the Wildfire desired his presence for. “Do you still desire to destroy my land?” Judging eyes, but a knowing smile, waited on his face. There was no anger in his voice, only curiosity. He wanted to hear Gaucho say what he had learned. The mortals seemed to understand their actions so much more when they put them to voice.
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