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The God of the Sun watched as the pale mare stared back in awe, before scrambling to jumble words together and respond to him. Seeing into her mind, the god noted her naive soul and a growing curiosity, nothing of which he found particularly noteworthy. As she spoke the God glanced towards the shadow, apathetic towards his reasons for being here or what he wanted to know. After a few moments the god turned back to the mare, ruffling his wings in expression of his boredom.
Then, he listened carefully, mulling over her words and raising a brow. The magic was created with the land, it was in every tree, in the water that ran through brooks and in the breezes that cooled Helovia. "The magic here, it is rushing in the very veins of this world and burning in every ray of sunlight," he said, his deep voice rumbling with indomitable power. Continuing to tenaciously peer at the self proclaimed Aising of Éire, the Sun God offered more information. “It is woven into the core of this land and the souls of those who yield it." He finished speaking almost nonchalantly.
Flames billowed over his body and his golden, hawkish eyes blinked as she offered a title to him. The god’s body began to rumble- a deep ground shaking sound. Laughter that came from his soul and the sun and fire all at once. The sound resonated around the domain, filling even the deepest of crevices. A laugh directed towards the timid mare before him. Shaking his head, the omniscient God could not have foreseen this title.
Often The God finds that his pride and ire controlled and blinded his judgments.
Yet this he would not let get to him.
The God moved on from one inutile thought to a more prolific idea.
"Very well." The Sun God rumbled. She wished to be apart of this land, then she would work for it. Is she worthy of his gift? Only the sweet mare before him would be able to discover this answer. "Find other individuals to interact with, study them- their emotions." The God could see how credulous this mare was, she seemed to lack both emotional and psychical experiences that would have helped mature her. "Then compose a ballad, a personalised ballad for me." His own bright eyes flicked from her eyes to her body, scrutinising her one last time. "Return to me when you have completed this quest." Burning bright all at once then becoming nothing at all, The God vanished, leaving nothing behind; not even the imprint of his hooves upon the earth.
Quest :: Aisling must find five different individuals who display different emotions and interact with them. Songs have to be inspired by some sort of emotional connection, so she would need to increase her stock of emotions to draw form, then she would need to culminate that inspiration into a song dedicated to The God of the Sun.
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Visions of a Dreamland [Sun]
