[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7oQVf7m.png[/img][/center] Up and away it had been drawn, past the clouds, past the sky, past the stars, past the black of the void itself and into what lay beyond. Into chaos and madness so all encompassing that it looped back around into being stagnant. Un-interesting. Mundane. Familiar. Boring. Its travel barely affected the everythingness. It had journeyed for an eternity to get there and perhaps had traveled several more since. Time. Distance. Direction. All had lost their meaning. The spirit had a vague memory of home, of blue skies and company. Perhaps that was where it was going. Or where it had come from. The spirit did not think of such things. It did not think at all. It had long since exhausted the possibilities of such an exercise. [quote][colour=lightskyblue]'Open.'[/colour][/quote] Change. A hole opened into a realm that began to suck souls into it. Innumerable souls where drawn in by the vortex, passively accepting their fate. Some answered the call dutifully. Some like the spirit fought to reach it. It’s mind groggily awakening to be gripped by simple purpose: Escape. The spirit burst into the new reality along with countless others just in the nick of time, their entrance way sealed almost as soon as it had opened. The spirit revealed in a few scant moments of unabashed joy that were swiftly swept away along with most of the souls it had arrived with. This realm had a master and it imposed its will and knowledge upon the spirit. Of purpose. Of duty. Of the names and faces of its fellows. Chains and burdens that weight upon the spirit, and yet they could not overcome the elation at the spark of life it felt once more. Above those earthbound a wind whipped up into a storm, air from all corners of the room being drawn towards a single point where it spiraled and swirled for several moments before bursting outwards once more, a shockwave and a squak announcing the spirit’s rebirth. Above the assembly a macaw hovered, one titanic in scale and resplendent of feather, and her name was Azura. The god’s plumage reflected the light of those gods who produced it, taking their singular shades and reflecting all the colors of the rainbow across the room. Feeling as though her thoughts were racing at a thousand miles per hour Azura glanced too and fro, trying to take in everything and everyone. Scattered among the giant crystals where the most interesting things where found, her fellow gods. Gargantuan be-tentacled monsters, titans in the shapes of men and smaller beings skulking among the others or caught helpless in the face of the chaos caused by the waking of those greater than themselves. One was faring particularly poorly, a human sized and shaped figure with sticks in place of their eyes was sent stumbling to and fro and was eventually swept away by a wave of water caused by the laughter of one of the titans. Feeling a pang of pity for the creature the rainbow bird swooped down from her loft observation point to land in the path of the wave. Setting herself perpendicular to the incoming wave crouched down so that her back was angled towards it. When it hit her the wave washed over her and deposited the blind person on her back, just in between her wings, her soft feathers making the impact rather painless. [color=lightblue]”I have you small friend. Are you alright?”[/color] she asked, here voice was loud, though it not quite so loud as to be shouting, and she spoke in a kind of sing song manner. The parrot righted themselves as they spoke, trying to prevent Chopstick Eyes from falling back into the water, her head turning so that one of her large eyes could see her new passenger. The event had left the parrot dripping wet, but this seemed to do little to affect her radiant appearance, the small water droplet merely adding to her reflective splendidness. [hider=summary] Made mainly for habit forming purposes Azura arrives Azura attempts to stop Chopstick Eye’s chain of misfortune. [/hider]