It rolls a riles, flips and flops, the darkness against the threads making it feels good with each new shape it makes. 

[i]~It's almost like having someone just like me to play with!~[/i]

It softly shifts back and forth, the shadows falling from it's body and his part in shaping them more amusing than any game it's ever played alone with the threads before.

[i]~The more there is, the more fun things can be~[/i]

With an effort it pinches down a part of itself until it looks like it's almost two beings. The sight makes it whirl around quickly. As it does this a thought occurs to it. It stills a bit as it begins thinking. It once more feels the need for something. It doesn't quite know what yet, and it isn't as if it feels as if something is out of balance like before, but it still feels. . .There should be something. Something that marks action, movement. When it is happy, it wants that to spread. Even if it is alone, it feels that things need something to go with them. 

[i]~Expression. I can communicate with Aysus, but I want more.~[/i] 

It's body slowly stops shifting and for once it falls still. Despite it's stillness, by it's nature it's form still moves, drifting to the side as if drawn by the new creations around it. A part of it brushes over some threads and it's attention goes to the sudden ripples created by the soft touch. The ripples of the unused threads shivers off, disappearing into the distance and once more Tahaan turn in on itself to think.

[i]~It would be great if the shaking did something. The shivers of the threads, created by something other than us playing with them.~[/i]

It again thinks of the source of the threads, the energy they came from the birth that was marked by. . . .Nothing. However Nothing is no longer good enough for Tahaan. There needs to be something. What good is a big happening when there is nothing to mark it. Somethings are just to important to go without some sort of. . .

Tahaan tries desperately to come up with just what is needed and once again it's body brushes over the threads. This time it is threads of the light. It watches as they seem to just keep shaking, shivering around until at last the settle slowly against one another, firm and stable. It is with that that it's thoughts shift to the other side of matters. Should there not be something to mark when there is nothing happening too? That thought seems to resonate though it's form with more understanding. 

For a time it wonders why. After all, it is always doing something. The thing it feels it needs to have to mark happenings would make more sense to be more familiar or interesting to it. However as it spots Aysus on the other side of the light it slowly downs on Tahaan why it's thinking about the lack of happenings. It has lived it's existence in this place, making for it what fun it has, with only itself to play with most of the time. However, the one thing it gets to interact with that it has no control over, the one thing that stimulates it in a way that is different, is Aysus itself.

[i]~It is always so still, and without movement. It well represents the opposite of what I am thinking of. It sacrificed everything true and familiar for this new thing. It would shiver for me even when it would rather remain still.~[/i]

A gentle feeling races through it as once more Tahaan races over to it's wall of threads, it's form once more on display. It shivers, shakes, thrumming it's body against the threads as it wonders if it's idea will ever come to be. If it will be able to make something that will make Aysus as happy as it is when the other gives up it's stillness for it. It has long tried to remain still for Aysus, but it does not have such control over it's form. However if it's thoughts are correct, perhaps it will make something special for Aysus. With Aysus's help of course.

In it's excitement it almost misses the creation of the second spot of light. However as the threads around it shiver and shake, the dimness racing past it in a small wave, it turns to watch the light being born. It becomes even more excited.

[i]~It was a change. Aysus made a change itself. It made something and it used what we had made together. That looks fun!~[/i]

It whirls around happily, shaking with joy as Aysus approaches. It sees the shivers in the other's form and lets out a small shake of it's own.

[i]~I want to make you something.~[/i]

Now directing it words to Aysus it moves backwards, past the little weave it made for the game with shadows. Pushing past some threads it settle in a spot and begins tugging gently on thread after thread. It does not weave them together, it simply lays them side by side. Once it has what it thinks it will need, row after row drifting side by side in more or less strait lines, Tahaan slows it's movements as best it can.

[i]~Take the other ends Aysus, and move away from me without tearing the threads. As far as you can go.~[/i]

It watches as the other complies, the threads slowly growing more and more taunt with the strain of being pulled between the two beings. As it begins to strain it's body falls more and more still, the light shivers running through it, and subsequently the threads, slowly begins to fade. The riling cloud stretches out further and further to either side, and as it takes up more threads to add to the already long row of them is it please to see that Aysus follows it's lead without question.

Then it happens. For a split second, both figures are completely still. For the only time in it's existence, Tahaan does not move in the slightest. In that instant the threads fuse and vanish. A ripple runs through the universe, and Tahaan comes to understand what it was trying to make. The lack of shaking, the complete stillness of it all, it becomes. . .

[i]~Silence.~[/i]

It can feel the imbalance of what was made, but it races to Aysus's side quickly and whirls around it once.

[i]~Now there is something special when you are still. When nothing moves, when nothing shakes, there is silence!~[/i]

As if to demonstrate this it moves away from the other, letting it feel the new thing without Tahaan disturbing it.