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04-29-2017, 10:06 AM
God of the Spark
It hurt her, the God knew, to again be told that the world she lived in wasn’t all songs and rainbows. He wondered who it was that had started that stupid lie to begin with, having never found him in the timestream (a good thing for the fibber, because the Time God would have undone him in an instant), as he watches her eyes fall away. He understands also that, while she wants a world that isn’t real, she also just wants to do her best in this one.
Mortals. They spent so much time striving to do things that they often forgot to look around them. Had they managed to decipher the runes on the Obelisk yet, like he’d asked them to? Thinks the God, nearly heaving a sigh, but instead remains silent, again reminding himself: Mortals. He eases his nerves with promise of the tasty flower behind his ear, and the fact that this meeting seems to be winding down, however… pleasant it has been.
They needed him. His vacation would have to wait.
With a grin the Mender is on her way, and the God nods his farewell in time to her thanks and offering of luck. Had anyone but her offered him that, yet? Not that it would make much difference, being imaginary and all, but the thought was nice…
With the song and lightning he’d arrived in playing in reverse sans the bright blast, the God of Time and Lightning begins to fade away in glimmering sparks and arcing ruptures.
"Bye bye now," he says while chewing, the yellow flower already mysteriously absent from where it had been only moments before.
