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[colour=lightseagreen][h1][b][i]Ashalla[/i][/b][/h1]
[b]Goddess of Oceans, Storms and Ice[/b][/colour]
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[url=https://youtu.be/GtMpj0iowmk]Tendlepog was gone.[/url]

Ashalla's senses were not fooling her. There quite clearly used to be a continent here, yet now there was nothing but open ocean. Swahhitteh churned to the west, the twin continents reduced to one. The sea bed creaked and hissed, Ehomakwoi still undertaking the task of redistributing the load of Galbar's landmasses. Ocean currents shifted erratically as the Abyss sought new paths through which to drive the sea's motions.

K'nell's power lay heavy here, infusing every cubic metre where Tendlepog once was, so there was no doubting who had done this. The exit of the continent had been smooth, with only weak waves rippling outwards rather than the devastating tsunamis which would have accompanied a violent exit. This had been planned, and K'nell must have been planning it for a long time.

Ashalla spread out across the space where Tendlepog had once been and meditated upon her last meeting with him. [colour=lightseagreen][b]"It had been a farewell concert,"[/b][/colour] she eventually concluded, a voice like a wistful breeze. [colour=lightseagreen][b]"He did not want some dreams to end."[/b][/colour]

The night sky stretched out above her. Across the backdrop of purest black twinkled incandescent sparks and shined unchanging pinpricks of white. A smear of red painted part of the sky, and a great luminescent orb cast soft, cool light upon the sea. Yet among these old things was a new mark, a dusty green cloud spilled onto the firmament. Ashalla looked upon it and a feeling of peace came over her. It seemed to say, to some indescribable part of her soul, [i]'Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest,'[/i] although she knew not what it meant. Tendlepog and all who lived upon it may be gone, but the God of Sleep had left this mark.

Yet there was another mark which Ashalla held more dear. [colour=lightseagreen][b]"I will always cherish the memories."[/b][/colour]

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A little wisp of light curled its way beneath the ocean waves, pulled along by the water currents. The dappled light from Heliopolis above faded as the wisp flowed deeper, sinking into the darkness of the Abyssal Rift. It continued to descend, the tiny shred of light barely able to spare any illumination for the distant stone walls of the chasm.

In the darkness time had no meaning, so after a meaningless period of time the wisp came to be greeted by a warm, incandescent light from below. The deep churning of the Abyss' currents buffeted the delicate wisp into an erratic path. It danced around tube worms and tickled against critters, yet it slowly made its way downwards until finally it sank to the floor of the Abyss. It settled like a feather, and as the wisp faded its light gently suffused throughout the magma.

The ocean sighed as the soft light faded. The water of the seas across Galbar drew back slightly, as if curling up to rest. Gentle waves lapped rhythmically at coastlines, like the soft breathing of a sleeper. For hours the ocean slept like this, yet with sleeping comes awakening, so eventually the ocean awoke. The water rose back up, like one who had gotten out of bed. The waves regained their usual liveliness, and the ocean continued its activity. After many more hours, though, the ocean had grown weary once more, and it ebbed off to sleep.

Thus began the cycle of sleep and awakening, of low tide and high tide. This was the gift of Sleep to the Ocean.

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Ashalla wistfully reflects on Tendlepog's departure.

K'nell's gift of sleep finds its way to the Abyss. There tides are born.

[i]Start:[/i] 1 MP & 8 FP
No Might spent.
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