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When all of Time was at your disposal, sometimes the most calming thing to do was simply listen. Silently, invisibly, the God watched, waited, and listened.
He heard the blue stir of the wind as it breezed through the Basin, and it unnerved him. Things were happening that were not quite right, things that he could not see - not even in the Time Streams - but that burned under his eyes and filled his lungs with a vibrating anxiety. Things were about to happen that were barred from his vision. Moments such as these displeased the God. The God of the Sparker, hoarder of Time and knower of things to come was rarely deprived of that which he was entitled to: the future. But when he was, it was vexing.
On this day, his attention was drawn to the Basin. Although it provided little comfort to the darkness that pooled in his mind, the God was glad that he did not miss this moment. Moments for him were fleeting - he had missed the birth of his own child after all, but some called to his vast mind, the way that this one did. It pulsed with a dying violet, calling his attention and bringing him down into mortal form. He appeared behind the ground without pomp or circumstance. No one around would notice that he had appeared, for it would seem that he had always been standing there. There was no flash of blue, no smell of petrichor or electricity.
The God was there all along, a smirk on his stoic features.
"She is here because a million billion instants have occurred in precisely the right order to bring her here."
In his mind a thousand instants swirled and danced, from the creation of the stars, to Paladin and Soleil and their first meeting, to the birth of twins - one dark and one light -, to Torleik and Ophelia's meeting and concluding with the darker stallion's offer to bring to Forsaken to this place. All of it the God had seen long ago, and allowed to occur. It amused him greatly to hear the Reaper's question.
"The marked one is right." The God continued referring to Torleik as his stocky body moved forward towards Ophelia, although not looking at her directly. "Ophelia has ... been around." His voice had a brief spark of amusement in what was meant to be a playful jab at his history with the Foresaken, before it was swamped by the emotionless tone his voice immediately acquired.
"Ophelia shall take the position formally held by the GildedBlade." He decreed, the conviction in both his voice and electric gaze offering no room for discussion. Flowers of static energy blossomed around Ophelia's cloven hooves, casting sparks that flew away as wayward balls of light. Even the air around Tinek offered a few sparks, before fizzling into a shimmer. He thought Ophelia might like the dramatic flare - she was dramatic was she not? Why wouldn't she like it? Although perhaps whatever drama the God had experienced with her was ... justified given their history. Perhaps the crimson-tipped mare was not normally so boisterous with others. Still, if nothing else the sparks indicated that her position here was upheld by his own magic, not just his words.
Sparky will be around for a few posts if anyone has anything to say to him
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[O] Quiet like a fight [herd meeting of sorts]
