[center] [img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180411/1086ec10afa08788df1e05e080d87b47.png[/img] [img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180411/57100eb8e5ee232a9b048472f6b3edef.png [/img] [color=C448FA][sub][i]Level I deity of musical expression[/i][/sub][/color][/center] Her words and even her arrival were being all but ignored, the other divines seemingly having more important things to discuss, and she could hardly blame them- she would not, really, have a use to their people until they had far progressed beyond the level they were at now. One, at least, noticed her, and she smiled up at the automaton, offering him a soft curtsy. With his words she was inflamed with a desperate need to create, and she quickly spiraled up and up, out of the fortress, her form morphing into a vortex of colors as she shot out across the ocean until the mainland was an indistinct dark mass nearing the horizon. Skimming herself low over the water, she called down to the bottom leagues below, humming a low, simple tune that grew in volume and intricacy as she gently tugged the land upwards, doing her best to work slowly and methodically so that there might not be so much of a shock wave – though she was not consciously aware of how she knew it, as she created her mind bid her use caution that the deep rumblings of the earth might not disturb the work of others. The bottom of the ocean rumbled slowly upwards, touches of life brushing past her consciousness as she worked, fish and plants. She prayed she was not disturbing them overly much, but they seemed more curious than anything as she flung herself about in a whirlwind of inspiration. After some time of slowly raising the bottom, she checked the depth, and called smaller parts of the land upwards, moving a little faster now that she was creating smaller pieces, carefully sculpting them. She was left with a spiraling series of islands rising gently out of warm shallows, thirteen of them curled vaguely around themselves, ascending in overall height as they curled tighter and shaped so that the crashing of waves would resonate through half-submerged tunnels and off of sharp faces as though the beating of drums, the breezes whistling about them producing long, soft tones. Her isles were beautiful, if still barren – in time they would foster life- but the waters themselves needed something…more. In the center of the spiral, sheltered from the beating waves of the open ocean, the shallow warm waters needed something colorful, to inspire the someday future inhabitants of her land. She dove to the bottom then, casting intricate, spiraling life all across it- the organisms were somewhere between plants and animals, not motile but more resembling the needs of animals- but filter-feeding would provide them sustenance. They came in many different hues, scattering around about her as she at last spiraled up into the air once more… …and the world spun about her. She was unused to such expenditure of energy, and felt herself a bit drained and… light. Melting into her more human form she sank onto the white sand beach she had just raised, curling about herself and settling, the waves lapping at her skirt and legs. She would rest her eyes…only for a moment. [hider=ref image for archipelago][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/386178174536646658/434429696025821225/1717203-spiral_islands.png?width=223&height=226[/img] Only for layout, ignore the life for the moment. That will come in due time.[/hider] [hider=summary] Rytia strikes off on her own to make her singing isles. She brushes up against some of Orfai’s ocean creatures as she does and hopes whichever being created them isn’t mad at her for invading his space. *ping [@darkwolf687] just in case* Initial Might remaining: 2.5/4 (1.5 used) 0.25 used previously (creating ‘plumes’) 1 used to create spiral archipelago 0.25 used to create coral LVL I -> LVL II : 1.5 / 2 acts of creation.[/hider]