God of the Spark

"Lena."

Even a man such as the Time God, weary from his struggles against the ebb of time, and the actions of devious Kaos, couldn’t maintain a scowl in the presence of his faithful Mender. Each time he had seen her, the mare had been the company of friends, who cherished her, and whom she cherished in return, and she had, in all those moments, stood in his herd land, or with his people. Though the Spark could not truly relate to the feelings which the other mortals held for the Songbird, he did know that such individuals were rare.

This was the first time that he would meet with her in person, however, and also the only time she had beheld his magnificence in a means that was composed, rather than aggravated, or flatly angry.

One bolt of white hot light strikes the stone first, the mare’s yellow flowers vanishing with it. Arriving almost immediately thereafter, hitting the earth four or five yards behind the bay mare, is a shower of lightning that strikes with growing speed at the same location in succession, until the reverberation of the electrical energies hum, and create an illusion of a song in the air. As the song becomes simply a flare of light, the rhythm lost to the speed and quantity of the bolts descending, that blinding wall of energy dissipates, to reveal the God himself.

Slowly descending to all fours from his landing in this realm, Lena’s yellow flowers are tucked behind his ear (he plans on simply eating them later, but, they can be so sensitive, these mortals), and his gaze, though kind, reveals the stress of the endeavors that he and his siblings are undertaking to protect their people.

"You serve well them as you are," he tells her, after looking at the bronze piece she has brought with her for a while, assessing what would best suit his Mender, "but, still, can’t hurt to be better protected."

With a glance from the Divine, the metal leaps upwards, sparkling with electrical current as it floats towards Lena, and hovers before her, waiting for her to take it.

"A shield could be nice…" he seems to ponder out loud, his tired eyes growing distant, already seeing the fantastic object hidden within; the electricity humming about the piece of metal suddenly intensifies, until, at last, the crackling lights settle, revealing a well formed shield. Narrowing his eyes at it, the sparks still glimmering across its surface seem to become one with it, where they lay dormant, waiting to crackle to life when the shield is used. Lastly, looking her over, and deciding that his Mender would look foolish constantly toting about such a large piece of bronze, he compresses it into a much smaller size. "Sing to it, and it will become the size it was."

He then nods, as if he has just fulfilled everything she could ever want with this simple gift.

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Lena has been granted her magically enchanted shield! Please post to character record's updates to have at added to her records.