Tahaan twirls with delight at Aysus's willingness to try for what he had come up with, a willingness that he knows will cause him to act against his nature. It feels a little sorry for taking Aysus away from it's long slow contemplations, but not one to pass up opportunities, Tahaan sets right to work. It watches as the ribbony being gathers together threads quickly and easily, darting out when it seems that some thread or another is about to escape, slightly panicky when Aysus itself seems to come under stress.

[i]~Perhaps too much, too fast~[/i]

It thinks to itself, unsure if they should continue with as fast as things seems to be falling apart. However as all things fall apart around them, and a stillness falls over the scene, a new thought comes to it. Slowly it begins to shift this way and that, ready to stop for now, to try again much later when Aysus is more ready. However, Aysus is ready now. Prepared to try again. It writhes, curling about, watching the still folds of it's partner ripple ever so gently here and there, the stillness and the motion seeming perfectly in synch. Looking to it's own form, writhing, riling, twisting and bending, only the occasional part of it pausing for an instant, no longer.

With a bounce it coils around Aysus and urges it into a place right next to the wellspring. As it shifts around, it tries to explain.

[i]~You are still, that is what you do. I move, I shift, it is my nature.~[/i]

It bounces almost as if making it's point.

[i]~You are still, so you should be still. Let me move.~[/i]

With that it slowly grabs a few threads, pulling them away from the wellspring. They are immediately replaced. With one slow motion Tahaan drifts past it's counterpart and hands off the threads to be woven, It drifts past to the other side, grabbing a few more threads, turning smoothly and slowly so that it can once more hand them off. By now some of the opposing threads are trying to escape, however rather than darting after them, Tahaan moves to them smoothly, grabbing them just as they threaten to move out of reach, and immediately returns them to Aysus for weaving, repeating the same on the other side.

Muck like a loom they continue this pattern, instead of bursting these things into creation that way they has grown accustom to, instead they work slow, and diligent, the repetitive actions threatening to bore Tahaan, however the prospect of what may come of this by far enough to make up for any boredom he may be feeling now. The weaving takes a long time to complete, thought time has as of yet to have any point of reference, the two are aware of such even without it existing. The threads around and beneath Aysus grow thicker and stronger, the weave becoming more and more beautiful as they work. Tahaan suppresses the urge to dart about in delight, the end in sight, ti can just feel it.

Aysus seems to feel it too, the weaving around it seeming more and more complete, and then at last, it is done. A wave passes out from the two of them as as last Tahaan pulls in the last threads needed, Aysus weaving them quickly into the tapestry of their creation. For the first time in their existence, they feel weary, the work put into their creation having drained them considerably. Like a huge gently waves the weave rolls out, and for the first time, there are limits places upon their universe. It is far, far away, but their wave only goes so far as there are wellsprings, which until now, they thought without end. The weave vanishes, but the result remains.

Looking about they can see it, the bits of matter, so small and without form, drifting along in the spaces between, floating about in it's opposite, space, the area between. The matter moves smoothly, in perfect balance with it's opposite, and when two pieces of matter touch, they seem to interact and move on. Tahaan shivers, feeling the stuff brushing over it, completely free of either their will, or the will of the thing that brought them forth into this place. Unlike the threads, they seem to have no order, while at the same time, each little bit of matter having an order all their own, the space in between constant, and unchanging, only moving aside when a bit of matter wishes to pass, slipping back into place once it is gone. The matter is so small at this point that to anything less than Tahaan and Aysus themselves would not be able to feel it the way they do.

Unsure if Aysus will want time to itself once more, for it's never ending contemplation, or if it would rather stick together due to feeling so weak, Tahaan hovers, shifting ever so slightly against their new creation, but remaining silent as it can. The tingle of stuff against it's body, and the sound of it striking the still present threads is enough for now. It is enough to keep Tahaan amused, even if it wants nothing more at this point than to curl up with Aysus and relax, regain it's strength through the bond.