[centre][h1][colour=darkorange]𝔖𝔢𝔦𝔥𝔡𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞[/colour][/h1]
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[color=darkorange][i]Seihdhara of the Red Hair, The Crimson Goddess, The Bear Mother, The Flame Eternal, Whose Beginning Is Tears and Teaches Laughter[/i][/color]
Level Two Goddess of War(Martial Combat)
Five Might
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[sub][i]Time: Takes place between one-week and two-weeks after the Day the Gods Came[/i][/sub]

Seihdhara landed on one of the thirteen strange spiralling singing islands and looked around. These islands were full of sound and life, so much was clear, and the indelible mark of her siblings was unquestionable. The sound of laughter and merriment reached her, and she smiled at it. And there reached her, carried on the winds, a soft sad tune that inspired within her such a feeling of longing that she could not but help sing out with all her heart. It was a song she knew from long ago, but which she changed ever so slightly - for her circumstances differed now from then.

[centre][youtube]https://youtu.be/CTna-tSh2Y4[/youtube]

[color=f7941d][i]My children lie over the ocean
My children lie over the sea
My children lie over the ocean
Oh, bring back my children to me...
 
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my children to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my children to me

Oh blow you winds over the ocean
Oh blow you winds over the sea
Oh blow you winds over the ocean
And bring back my children to me...

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my children to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my children to me[/i][/color][/centre]

Her voice had attracted the attention of those who had been singing before, and as her song came to a close she found that they were approaching her curiously. They were small little things, easily dwarfed by the enormous hair-clad goddess. They were very thing and had elongated fingers and toes (which, on closer inspection, were also webbed). Some were pale-skinned with large eyes of deepest honey, others dark with eyes of white, others yet red, their ears were pointed and they had what appeared to be gills on their necks. Their lips were a funny hue of dark red which stood out immediately in those with pale skin, and some had hair which was - to Seihdhara's delight - different shades of orange and red. Others were were blonde, or with hair of blue or green or purple, but that could not be helped - if everyone had red hair it would lose its novelty and sacred nature.

They chittered curiously about her, and one of them reached upwards towards her mouth trying to fathom how she could produce that heart-stirring sound. [color=f7941d][i]'That Promus hasn't gifted everything with speech, eh? That's not nice now, is it little scrumpling?'[/i][/color] The nerai only oohed and aahed and, not to be outdone, Dwynen suddenly emerged with a flourish from deep within the goddess' hair, releasing a peel of laughter and squeals. The nerai cried out and jumped after the faery, laughing and squealing. Seihdhara laughed also and looked around, wondering who had made all of this.

[hider=Summary]Seihdhara comes to Rytia's island and likes the sound of the island's music.
It reminds her of a song she knows and she sings it.
The sound attracts the nerai and they are amazed by her ability to speak.
Dwynen emerges and dances and plays with them, and Seihdhara wonders who made all this.[/hider]