It is happy. Tahaan falls still at the greeting, returning the courtesy in kind. It knows what it's partner likes, and Tahaan tries often to oblige. However, at this moment, things change. Things become different It watches the threads, listening to it's counterpart. Things, ideas, somethings begin to grow in it's companion and Tahaan can not wait to see what it is. It travels hither an tither, it's impatience making it move in it's natural random fashion, but always nearby. When bidden, it trembles happily and draws in close to the other. The threads around, the nothingness stretching forever, Tahaan is overjoyed to be trying something new. Something different. It has always wanted more. Leave it to Aysus to come up with a new game.

Threads come, and more threads, the storm harmonizing with them as it gathers in close about them. Tahaan tried it's best not to do too much, but on occasion it shivers with delight. 

[i]~I like this game.~[/i]

It wriggles about, in so close to it's counterpart. It's never been so close, and the newness brings joy. Something different is always something to be happy about. It can't see the energy any more, just the threads, and Aysus. Even all the nothing is gone, there is so much around them, so many little threads Tahaan would normally be toying with at this point. However it is not Tahaan's game, so it waits. Waits for what Aysus wants it to do. 

Then Tahaan's part of the game begins. Like a shot it fires off, playing with the thread with the utmost joy. Having so many to play with as opposed to the couple here and small mass there. It is a good game for Tahaan, and even as Aysus does it's part, Tahaan does it's best to make things move the way it believes they should. It does not notice the danger, too wrapped up in what it's doing. It's very being it threatened by what they are doing, but there is no stopping Tahaan now. This is a game, and it is determined to play it out. Catching a glance at Aysus and what the other is doing another ripple pf joy runs through the gray cloud, thinking Aysus is playing the game with it making Tahaan very happy. They had never played together before, their tastes in play very different, But now, at they work together, a new bond seems to form between them, and Tahaan would not have it any other way.

Suddenly it happens! Something new is born, and Tahaan stops for an instant to admire it before darting to Aysus's side.

[i]~This is pretty. I like you idea.~[/i]

It continues to watch it carefully, aware that Aysus is torn about it, but unable to feel such mixed feelings itself. A new pulse in the universe brings shivers across the gray cloud, causing the little sparkles to shine out the brighter. 

[i]~I like it. . . But something is missing. It is too much. . .One way.~[/i] 

Unsure of the meaning behind it's own words Tahaan moves closer to it, wondering what's missing. There are threads left over, the tangled mass of them writhing, pulling away from the new thing. Tahaan moves to them, scooping them up inside itself with the others it gathered earlier. Moving back to it's counterpart's side it has an idea. 

[i]~Help me hang them. Follow me.~[/i] 

It pulls out the ends of the thread, all not untangled after being inside of Tahaan. Drifting forward it moves around the bright thing, the threads trailing out behind it. Aysus follows it's lead and begins hanging the thread. The new thing simply stays in place, but the threads once more try to move away. Tahaan knows the threads can not think on their own, so their movements mus be because of what is left over from the creation. But, nothing should be left over. Everything pulled together should be used, because one can not have a part of a whole an expect it to stand. Tahaan knows how much Aysus values a solid existence, so it works hard to make one.

The threads over lap, weaving around each other in a far more ordered fashion than when the bright thing was made. These thread cling to one another. Eventually the bright thing becomes almost lost in the threads, and the threads themselves begin to expand outwards in all directions. They act as if some great explosion is only moments away. But Tahaan does not give up. It wants to complete it's idea, and it will not be denied. When the last thread falls into place, the bright thing completely covered, Tahaan calls Aysus to it side. 

[i]~With me!~[/i]

As one they enter the thick bind of threads, pressing them into the bright thing in one place. When at last the two things meet, the threads, and the brightness. Like the rippling waves of it's counterpart's folds the threads ripple out, becoming a new thing. The bright thing is once again hanging in the nothingness, but all around anywhere where there is no brightness, there is now dimness. Tahaan looks around to the side of itself not facing the brightness and finds it to be almost black. Looking to Aysus, it finds the same. The two things feel right, in order now. The balance between them in perfect harmony, like the two beings that created it.

Ecstatic Tahaan rushes around Aysus once more, shadowing the other in darkness every time it passes between the brightness and Aysus. Very pleased with what they have made Tahaan settles beside it's counterpart once more and simply basks in the feeling.

[i]~Look what we made Aysus. We made something new! More than a something, two somethings. Two, like us.~[/i] 

It's communications are very excited, but it tries to let Aysus be so it can enjoy the creations the way it's counterpart always does. In it's own calm still way. Tahaan looks a the dark, the invisible bits of it that are connected to the light. They will never be separated. Not ever.