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As Irrydae admits her lack of forethought, the God shakes his head, chuckling slightly. She is not the first to eagerly jump into her duties - especially those which deal directly with council from the God's - and she will not be the last. Since the ruin of the Veins, he is not surprised that the creatures of Helovia are taking each and every opportunity to surround themselves by their immortal patrons. His siblings had told him of how often their presences had caused a flurry of activity, even amongst equines who had no business seeking out their guidance. Perhaps departing from the Veins had been a mistake? Perhaps the mortals needed that outlet, to find the God's if they needed them? Shaking his bearded muzzle, he would contemplate this idea more, but for now, he would focus upon his newest Storyteller.
Raising an enormous wing from the water, the God began to drag one of his feathers round and round upon the surface of the pond, until ripples began to form. Even as he pulled his feather away, the ripples continued. Softly, the God began to hum. His melody was like an ancient song, one that only the rocks at the very heart of the largest mountain, would remember. His voice grew slightly louder as his humming continued, though he never took his eyes off of the water. Slowly, it became hard to discern whether he was still the one causing the odd music - for it seemed that the water, grasses, and trees were all contributing. Leaves began to fall around them, as if gently pulled by a breeze that they could not feel. From the center of the ripples, appeared a bird, seemingly made of glass.
"You must learn to trust what your heart perceives to be true, Irrydae. For the eyes can deceive."
The bird, pulled itself from the water. It was a creature the colour of twilight, with highlites of yellow and cream. It had a long feathery tail, and a graceful swan-like head. Flitting up, the small bird picked up the melody that the God had been singing, and daintily drifted about his head, as it sung. Up and down she flew, in her wake, cherry blossoms appeared, falling gently onto the surface of the pool, and decorating the God's mane as they tumbled over him. He smiled fondly as he watched the small creature. Flying towards Irrydae, the same small pink blossoms fell about her, catching in her mane and falling upon her back.
"But be mindful child...for soon, not all will be as it appears..."
The small bird, hovered just before Irrydae's muzzle, and moved forward as if to give her a kiss upon her soft muzzle. As her beak neared the soft skin, her body shattered into a thousand pieces. The fragments of her body fell to the ground as the same soft pink petals that had been trailing around her before. The God's eyes were solemn and serious now, as he gazed down with a fatherly stare towards Irrydae. "You see?" He asked quietly, nodding to a single pink flower which had not been growing beside the pool, when this conversation began. "Be watchful. And be wise." He counselled .
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