Rytia had been busily rearranging the tunnels of this first island, continuing to sharpen the tone that rang through it, and at first did not notice the creations behind her. Not until she turned and saw the already-rather-great trees sprouting in the soft soil above the cliffs. Her mouth fell open slightly, gaping at the structures, but she was thankful that she did not have to do the work all herself. And that this other God - she still did not know his name - did have a sense of aesthetic. She hummed a low verse and a few plumes danced from her fingertips, being shaped in the breeze with ease now that she had made them once before, and arced off over their heads to nestle in the branches of one of the larger trees.

The lord of secrets and even knowledge itself, eh? He seemed to have some plan, despite having spoken to the contrary a few moments before. He'd asked what her people were going to be, and mentioned that he had a request. She took an opportunity to think as she hummed a plant into existence, a vine that crawled along where the topsoil hung over the edges of the low cliffs, anchoring the soil into place and touching the dark gray cliffs with color, curling deep green stems and white-streaked fuchsia blossoms several inches across starting to cascade down the cliff faces and perfuming the air with a light scent.

At length, after several moments of admiring her work, she spoke softly. "I would be honored to fulfill your request- depending, of course, on what it is. In regard to my people, well.... you will see shortly." She knelt in the sand then, singing soft words in an ancient language that she could not remember how she knew, air and water and the earth she'd just raised swirling about, forming into a humanoid shape that stood just shy of five feet tall. A shimmering skin formed over it, features seemingly chiseled in as she sang.

What she was left with, as her song tapered off, was a curious being. At just shy of five feet tall, it had a very spindly frame, very long fingers and toes that were slightly webbed, and pale skin that shimmered softly, with delicately pointed ears and a row of gills barely visible along one side of its neck. It had large - mesmerizing - eyes, molten gold in color, thin lips a hue of faded raspberry red, and long locks of satiny hair that seemed to shift in color through every hue of red and orange and yellow. It was female in form, all soft curves and gentle movements, though for the moment it stood still as the music goddess circled about it, and sang every bit of her own curiosity and creativity into it, her desire to create music and words and art and put into melody everything she saw.

Rytia turned for a moment, facing Orfai once more, her hand going to gently rest on the shoulder of her creation, gently holding it in place for the other god's inspection. "If you are in fact the... lord of secrets, perhaps my vision is not the one you share. Brilliant beings, the sort one never forgets, the sort remembered in myth and legend as having led even the most noble astray with tantalizing song and word.... Curious and impulsive, eternally seeking more stories to tell, more songs to write."

As she spoke, seven more of the beings rose from the sand around her. Ranging in size from four feet to five and a half feet tall, features ranging across all colors of the spectrum. Curiously, there seemed to be only one male in the bunch, and his form was distinguished only in his reproductive anatomy - his frame and stature and overall vibrancy of appearance comparable to the females.

Though the one she currently held stood still under her grasp, the others were bound by no such thing, and so promptly ran off across the beach all in a pack, kicking up water and sand in their webbed feet and laughing in melodic bell tones. Though she could not grace them with language yet - her mind had faltered as she struggled to think of how it could be done, the enormity of the task stumping even her- there was almost no need for it, every movement of their bodies and peal of laughter, every hum and murmur and sound expressing a range of nuanced emotion and idea.

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Rytia shows off a bit, is a bit dumbstruck that Orfai would help her populate her lands but is grateful for it. She creates .... things. Might summary to follow.
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Might remaining: 1.25 (out of 4)
Previously: 1.5 used (plumes, name-pending archipelago, corals)
This turn: 1.25 used.
0.25 might used - creating flowering vines (name pending there too)
1 might used - creating the Nerai. Intending for them to be ... spritey nymphy things with just a bit of siren thrown in.
LVL I -> LVL II : 2/2 acts of creation. LEVEL UP!!
LVL II -> LVL III : 0.75 / 4(??) acts of creation[/hider]