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12-01-2012, 05:23 PM
The God of the Earth watched the melancholy half-tree return after a winter of surviving the bitter cold of the Steppe. He descended from the sky on massive, feathered wings and landed roughly on the ground, his solid hooves shaking the small island in the middle of churning lava. Red eyes stared back into emerald in a disturbing way, but the God could not go back on his promise now.
"You have survived and you have learned what it will mean to wield your magic. " With a small grimace, the god closed his eyes and summed a torrent of water to fall from the sky. It gathered around Birch's hooves and then spiraled over his body, washing his coat and the flicking the ice from his body. Then, it seemed to sink beneath his skin and settle into his very bones, becoming a part of his body and tied to his soul.
"Use it wisely."
