Tahaan cringes, retracting into itself when Aysus seems to almost flee before the bits. Stilling as best it can it scoops up the remaining bit so they don't accidentally fly at it's partner.

~I am sorry Aysus, I didn't mean to spook you. I'm mean. . . .~

It knows that's going a little far, but it feels the need to say it anyways. It feels the urge to offer to take them all back but remains silent when it realizes that it's counterpart is doing something with the bits where Tahaan can not see them. Quite and tuning all it's senses on the only other living thing in this universe Tahaan can feel odd little ripples in the space around them. The little movements of Aysus' body send the little bits of matter this way and that, causing them to move over it's surface differently that the bit's normal floating pattern. It would normally find enjoyment in that, however given the circumstances it's too distracted to do so.

When at last the masses reappears Tahaan trembles with excitement but holds itself back. The bits have been put together, and in such a way that they seems stable, and in a way, beautiful. Tahaan hangs a little dumbstruck for a second when Aysus says it can have it but after a few seconds of silence it darts forward and wraps around the ribbony figure and spins at high speed, causing Aysus to twirl, and all nearby small bits to fly back. As it slows it squeezes Aysus and says happily,

~Thank you so much Aysus, it's beautiful. The way it all fits together, I could never do that. It's amazing, I can't believe you're giving it to me. Are you sure?~

Drifting over to the smoothly shaped thing Tahaan takes it delicately in it's cloudy tendrils and draws it in close, admiring it openly. Running it's tendrils over the various parts of the mass it whispers,

~I could never do something so pretty. . . .~

It does not sound saddened by the fact, but as it wraps it in close it slides back over to Aysus and once more embraces it best it can. Ignoring it's own exploration for now it carefully begins examining what Aysus did, it's movements slow and delicate as to not mess it up. The smooth feeling is very foreign to the being and it finds much amusement in trying to puzzle it out.

~I’m sure,` Aysus replied softly. ~It is meaningless without you to appreciate it.~

Aysus continues to watch as Tahaan gently pokes at the mass, and also quietly studies its reaction to this new development. An idea was starting to form within it, and idea that it did not fully understand but which seemed to be something really beautiful. But, once more, Aysus would need time to understand it.

For a moment longer it watches Tahaan carefully testing the new piece of matter, its movements so countered to its normal wild, free antics. For a moment, Aysus is struck by the same guilt that Tahaan always seemed to display whenever it disturbed Aysus. And, for once, Aysus actually knew what to do about it.

~You don’t have to be so careful.~ it tells its counterpart. ~It doesn’t matter if you break it. I can always make another one.~ It moves a little closer before roughly shoving the ball of matter. The pieces hold together.

~Do what you want to with it. It is yours, completely and fully.~

If Tahaan had eyes they would go wide at what it's counterpart has to say about it's creation. Cradling the mass gently it continues to run it's tendrils over it softly.

~It's not meaningless. It's something you created. Something you cam up with. Nothing I do turns out anything like this, it's special. . .~

It doesn't notice Aysus moving closer until it's too late. A loud crackle, a sound neither of them have heard before, erupts out of Tahaan as it launches after the tumbling bit of matter. Once it has a hold of the mass it wraps around it completely as if to hide it. The sound registers as having come from Tahaan and after a moment it realizes the sound represented the feeling it had when Aysus did something it didn't like. It wonders why it's counterpart would do such a thing, it's confusion taking the form of a slight trembling of it's mass as it turns to Aysus, still hiding the mass from view.

~Why would you do that? It's mine, you gave it to me, and I was playing with it the way I wanted to.~

It rolls this way and that, trying to figure out how to make it's companion understand.

~This is special, you made it for me. There is nothing else like it, and even if you make more, this one is the only one that is. . .It is. . . .Unique. All the new ones would be unique too. But this one you made, and gave to me. . .I don't want to break it. Never ever.~

It brings out the mass, careful to keep it out of Aysus' reach.

~Aysus makes such pretty things, and they all make sense, they all have order. I on the other hand. . . I just make messes.~

Though there is no such thing as a smile yet, there is a smile in it's voice as Tahaan goes on.

~You and I make amazing things, but Aysus makes Aysus things, and Tahaan makes Tahaan things. I like this Aysus thing, and will keep it an Aysus thing.~

~As you like,~ Aysus replied, nonplussed by Tahaan’s unexpected reaction. It knew what Tahaan said was true; it had understood that when they were making the matter. They were to do what they did, and that was what they did best, and that was what made what they did work the best. But the frustration and dissatisfaction from earlier still sat within it. They each did what they did, and things did not work when they tried to do what they did not do.

Yet hadn’t this brand new universe for them come from when they did two different things to one thing at once? This new universe couldn’t have come to be if Aysus had made Aysus things, and Tahaan had made Tahaan things. It took both of them to make something better than it had been.

For a moment Aysus hesitated, wondering whether it could express this idea through words better than it had through actions. ~But just because something is an Aysus thing does not mean it should remain an Aysus thing. The whole universe was once an Aysus thing, in a way. And it is not anymore. I don’t know if it is better for it, but it is now far more than just Aysus and Tahaan.~ A ripple passed over its body, before it turned away, leaving Tahaan to play with its Aysus thing without interruption from one who could not understand.

Tahaan is a little confused at how it's counterpart responds to it's protectiveness. Wrapping the Piece back up it tries hard to figure out how to explain why it feels that way about the gift it was given. However before it can think of anything it's thoughts are interrupted by even more words from the other. Having even more to think about actually helps it to understand and come up with it's response more quickly. Aysus turns to leave, but Tahaan calls out.

~Before we changed things, together, this was neither an Aysus thing, nor a Tahaan thing. It wasn't outs at all. It was simply where we were. Now, this place it becoming ours, because we wish it so, and even though together we make the most wonderful things, that does not mean that what makes us unique, the things we an make individually, is any less amazing and special than what we can make together. That's what I think anyways. Besides, this is a gift. That just makes it all the more special to me.~

Figuring that it's counterpart was leaving to be alone with it's thoughts, once he's done conveying it's words the dark gray cloud like being moves away from the only other being in existence to give it it's space. It moves away, leaving behind all the little hunks it made, taking with it only the mass of matter Aysus sculpted.

~It's so different from what I make. I like it. Not that I don't like what I make, but I can make what I make all the time. I don't often have access to Aysus things. Even when it was just us, the wells, and the threads, whenever I got close to Aysus, I would ruin it's webs even without thinking about it. I would try to let it have it's peace, but I just don't work that way. However with this, it stays in perfect shape. As long as I am careful, I can keep this Aysus thing from getting messed up.~

Drifting along it makes a hand full of lights and begins fiddling with shadows again. It finds pleasure in the shadows constantly floating across it as the mass passes between it an the light sources. Putting masses together here and there it watches, entranced, but the new forms the shadows take, the light sound of the masses colliding with each other and the light a stimulating experience.

~We make beautiful things together, but even apart, making our own things, we make beautiful things as well. . . .~