god of the earth

He allowed her to wait for a while, so that she would become as he found her most beautiful: growing from the earth, wreathed in blooms, leaves, and moss, the God adored looking upon his child when she was forced to remain still, and became a part of him more than she already was, by lineage alone. Though she was not Hototo, and could never replace that kind, gentle boy that had died, and taken part of the God’s heart with him into the green beyond, he loved her, too. It was just difficult to so openly love another child, when part of you had never stopped loving your first, now lost forever, and when the one who had come to replace him was so very different from the first.

It was even more difficult for a God, who was forced to carry that hurt and dissonance within himself for Eternity. It did not help, either, that this child was, quite simply, not as naturally good of heart as Hototo had been, by any means, but it did not mean she could not grow.

His daughter, like all children, would occasionally stumble, and cause her father's usually kind eyes to fill with disapproval; it did not mean that he did not appreciate her, in many ways, for who she was, though she was not her fallen half-brother, and had often made choices the God could not approve of. However, Kahlua’s daughter had always strove to make amends when her actions had been revealed as corrupt, and she also worked to be better than she had been the day before. The God of the Earth had known many mortals in his life, far enough to know that few strove as hard to better themselves as Isopia did, and of all the aspects of his child’s being, it was, perhaps, her endless desire to become more than she was the day before which he admired the most.

“Well done,” answers the God’s voice, from the shrine itself.

Arriving from the ground, the God appears first as flowering vines, and seemingly rises from their moving heart, his earthen wings folded neatly to his sides, and gentle eyes held on Isopia’s face. The mask is, indeed, cleansed, the magic bound to it vastly weakened by the rituals of fire and water he had sent her on, and, with a simple push of his Godly will, the former enchantments fragment into magical nothingness. Vibrating slightly as he does so, the mask unleashes a strong, petrichor smell before it stills.

“Your mistake is amended,” he smiles, looking at her crafty torch, and focusing his energy on its wooden composition, “and you may keep your torch, to remind you how all things can be atoned for, given the proper effort. It should ignite at your will, now, without need of that foul smelling liquid.”

[ Isopia has completed her quest, and has had her torch enchanted to light on command as an extra reward for completing the quest thoroughly and quickly! Dragomir should post his new, desired enchantments in the Character Record’s board, as well as a character item transfer request, to have the “new enchantments” and the mask added to his records. Isopia should post the following amendment to her existing stick item:

:: [Enchanted Item: Small kerosene-soaked stick. | Ignites on command. ] ]