It began with the call.
A mellifluous ringing that spread forth from elsewhere, reaching my ears and beyond. But alas this could not be, I am not some individual with a mind or even the sense of hearing; I am the light that bathes the divine realm, contempt and unable to think or desire more than to shine. It would not be possible for a room, made of hundreds of pieces; wood, nails, clay - to laugh or cry, so why would I be any different, hence I must not and never will.

And yet I feel like so much more, as though I was birthed with choice, thought, arms and legs to get me through the days on end, but that cannot be. I am light and nothing more, light for the Divine realm. That strong light that consumes that world, white and pure... [i]"Perhaps if I was blue? How would the world react then?"[/i]

I, no the light contemplated this for a short time, all whilst the chime continued to ring. The light did not mind this, for it was pleasant and for the while he was preoccupied with his own appearance. He considered several options for his colour, retaining his bland white, shifting to blue, perhaps even being all the colours in different places within his body, the light. He had been nothing but a combination of all the colours, yet he had never been any of them. Perhaps he should be now...

And then it dawned upon the newly created being; [i]"I... am thinking?"[/i] The chiming began to grow louder in strength, till it was all the being could hear. If he could recoil and cover his ears he would, though for the moment that was not an option.

The sounds stopped.

The chime ended.

Yet all had not vanished.

From within the mind of light thoughts began to surface and appear from nowhere, he knew what he was, where he should go and what he could do. The being was no longer a mere speck of light, no longer an amount of separated particles in the expanse the hive of light. He was Feh'Orah, a being from light and a god of the mortal plane... and he was late.

At once a body took shape for him, from his seperated collective and the vague knowledge of other beings within his mind, Feh'Orah formed a humanoid shell to reside in. The body that would provide proof of his individuality, though it was translucent white and without features - it was a start in any case of the word.

He was not ready for his body, from the start at least. Flexing his thigh and taking his first few steps resulted in falls and trips - it would take a few tries to master the process of movement, he did not have that much [i]time[/i] though, for each moment he wasted was another he wasn't at the meeting. He knew where he should be, the direction and the distance - and so he began to move, slowly but surely until he could walk, then run.

He arived at the steps, then the door ajar to which he stepped through. Several beings were already present, two sat on thrones though they were more creature than god. A body of bone and eyes of red, holding an apple in his palm, the other holding similar features to Feh'Orah himself with a face just as devoid of features, although black, clothed and with long horns that sprouted from where the being's temple would be. Another humanoid was visible, though this one wore the face of a beast as well as a mass of dust, no it was fog, standing over several others; a bug, another humanoid who was clothed like the other and a bipedal frog.

Feh'Orah advanced slowly towards the coat-clad, white haired being, stopping by his side whilst not removing his eyes from those on their thrones.