[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjU0LjQxYjdkYy5SblZzYkNCRGFYSmpiR1UsLjAAAAAA/gondess-demo.regular.png[/img] [h3][sup]Collab between [@Tuujaimaa] and [@Enzayne][/sup][/h3][/center][hr] Fìrinn sat--as usual--directly in front of the holy Tairseach. This state of contemplative isolation was soon to come to an end, it feared, as whatever change roiled and bristled against the current reality grew ever-closer to occurring. There was yet one more anchor to place; there was one more assurance to make that would allow Fìrinn to believe, truly, that it had done all it could for the inchoate era of mortalkind. It knew not why it was so-driven to make these preparations, but some deep force within the core of what it was to be Fìrinn pushed and urged it onwards to do what it felt was right. At this point, Fìrinn had vicariously experienced practically everything that a given mortal might go through--and so much of what had happened was simply… insufficient. The clean divide between what little understanding had been given to them and what their truths demanded reality become was evident to the God of Truth, and in that moment it realised that perhaps therein lay the answer to this burning question. Perhaps mortalkind had been given too much, set too far along a path that they simply had to tread themselves. Perhaps the Gods needed to step back and allow what they had made and protected to flourish all on its own… or perhaps their job was simply done, and they could return to that great primordial pool from whence they came--but that struck the God of Truth as rather impossible at this point. They were each too much of themselves and not enough of one another, the aspirations and actions of their creations reflected endlessly within the prisms of their ever-expanding minds. They could not wish to surrender themselves to infinite creation without becoming something lesser than themselves, and such behaviour was quite impossible if only by the nature of divinity and identity. The Western continent would be next. An Anchor would be placed there and then, at long last, the insatiable need for fulfillment within the God of Truth’s endless mind might, if briefly, abate. It focused its almost-gaze upon the Tairseach once more, to scout out that vast and unexplored wilderness, and in the depths of its reflections noticed that one of its siblings was nearby. Perhaps there would be one more discussion before the work could be finished after all. Enter the horned guise of Neiya, a pale affair resembling a beautiful human woman save for the horns rising from shoulder and head alike, gliding quietly along the coastline like a silent wraith haunting the edge of the water. Her eyes distant and filled with a serene disquiet, she surveilled the landscape as she slowly dragged along - slowly for the speed with which a god could travel, at any rate - in some indeterminate mission that took her along the edges of the water at all times, almost as though it had become routine; an inescapable ritual. Consumed by her dutiful passage, it appeared almost as though she was ignorant to the world she regarded, passing the natural splendor of the world by to continue her rote travel adrift in the air above the water. Nothing would tear her from her waking slumber - nothing, that is, until the glint of light caught her attention. The great mirror’s reflection threw a singular angle her way, enough to break the spell of her self-imposed exile. Neiya snapped out of her thrall, curiosity drawn towards the Tairseach in all its splendor. For the first time in however long she had been on this trek, the goddess deviated from her path, moving directly towards the great construction. As soon as Neiya crossed some imperceptible threshold she would begin to see the grand tapestry of luminance spilling forth from the holy mirror. The second her form glided through that threshold between reality and unreality her senses would be assaulted by the sheer vastness and beauty of that ethereal web that stretched all across the land and deep beneath the waves. At the centre stood the solitary Tairseach and the watcher behind it, the centre of some great pattern that just now the Goddess of Love would be realising existed at all. Whorls and spirals of almost-invisible energy coalesced and dispersed around the Isle of Reflection, travelling through resplendent filaments that seemed to hang in the air as if anchored by the reflective gaze of the crystalline mirror. Blossoms of energy travelled to and fro between these great gyres of colour and form, each the thought or feeling or sight of a mortal, and crossed directly through the great mirror. Then, returning, a cloud of infinitely small particles of almost-stardust, the blues and blacks and silvers of the night sky sparkling and refracting amongst one another in an endless waltz down the filaments that led to their owners. From the middle of that serene dance came the telltale intonation of Fìrinn: [color=#DFB624]“Neiya, whose love is eternal. Neiya, from whom all has been taken. Neiya, whose burdens know no end. I am Fìrinn, God of Truth, and you have made your way to the Isle of Reflection and the holy Tairseach. I have been watching you quite intently.”[/color] At first the goddess knew not what to do but stare, caught deep in the web and the patterns that had revealed themselves to her. It was unlike anything she had ever perceived, chaotic and unknown, yet ordered beyond recognition. So alien to her was this vision, despite her divine status, that the goddess found herself speechless. Her hand extended out into the air as if to touch the filaments, hesitant and wracked with doubt, yet entirely spellbound by this grand construction. [color=8493ca]“Fìrinn,”[/color] she intoned between heavy breaths, not quite able to gather her thoughts. [color=8493ca]“...I-... Did you create all this?”[/color] It hadn’t been what she intended to say, but the vivid energy capturing her attention had seemed to now overwhelm her senses. It did not take her long to come around, and follow up her breathless words. [color=8493ca]“You have been watching me?”[/color] [color=#DFB624]“After a fashion. It is the great work of myself and my divine twin, Aicheil. He is the custodian of dreams, and I am the purveyor of perception and reflection. You are witnessing the Gréasán Treòir, the element of the Láidir Suíomh that waxes most closely to what is instead of what may be. Put plainly: This is the nexus of a web that connects all mortal minds. Their perceptions and thoughts flow into this sacred Mirror and become the stuff of dreams, and along these skeins it is returned to them.”[/color] Fìrinn began, its mantle-claws reaching out towards the goddess to beckon her directly to the Tairseach itself. [color=#DFB624]“Everything that every mortal has ever seen, or thought, or felt lay deep within the reflective embrace of the Tairseach. I see all that lay dormant within its reflections, and so I have seen all that mortalkind has seen. I may also gaze upon that which is hidden within any reflection, and as you contemplated above a placid lake your presence became known to me from afar.”[/color] Fìrinn took a moment to allow Neiya to take in what it had just explained and to set foot upon the isle directly. It would no doubt be confusing at first, but the isle was a place of fundamental truth--she may have found herself understanding its nature far more quickly than otherwise possible in the presence of the God of Truth in their most venerated place. Neiya watched her surroundings with awe, the apparent novelty of the weave never seeming to fade. Eventually she followed the direction of the god’s beckoning, drawn towards the isle directly. A hand ran along her form up to her hair, gently twinning her blue-blond locks around a finger as she centered herself with a slow breath. [color=8493ca]“My sanctuary. I see,”[/color] the goddess replied at last. As the truth of the matter seemed to settle in her mind, she ceased her isolation from the ground, naked feet pressing down against the ground for the first time since her birth. [color=8493ca]“So then you have seen not only myself, but also what I have done.”[/color] Her gaze slid over the grand mirror, and her environment with considerable clarity. Finally, the reality seemed to return to her mind, and with it, the look of surprise began to fade from her features. [color=#DFB624]“Indeed. You brought to light a truth that Sanya had hidden from her companion, to eke out a tiny chance at survival. You forced her to confront what she felt and how she would align reality with truth--you did something admirable.”[/color] Fìrinn began, its almost-face seeming to nod slightly in approval, though in such a way that it perhaps only looked like a trick of the light, and that it had not really moved at all. [color=#DFB624]“I see all, but I do not feel it. I am not capable of such emotions--my job is clear, and the emotions of mortalkind are not a requirement for me to fulfil my purpose… but you do, as it is a requirement of yours. I am sorry--I know full well the horrors of loss and how little ecstasy and joy lifts the haze. If it is any consolation to you, know that their devotion to one another is… everything, to them, I suppose. We are eternal, and we cannot conceive of the concept of ending. It is ever-present in their thoughts and their dreams; it is a fact that rests atop their shoulders as they hunt and gazes back at them in the eyes of their prey. Every waking moment--and every slumbering moment--is accompanied by the knowledge that death is a certainty. Devotion and love punctuate the inherent bleakness of their lives with meaning and joy--with something greater than the self and greater than the knowledge that it will all end one day. What you give to them is priceless beyond measure.”[/color] Fìrinn’s mantle-claw gently reached up to touch her face, caressing the skin so sweetly, so gently--just as a lover might to one they valued more than anything else in all of creation. It was something that Fìrinn was capable of only because it could reflect Neiya’s eternal love, and in a way, it was a form of love. [color=#DFB624]“That infinite beauty can only exist because one day it will not. If they were as eternal as we, their love would no longer have meaning; their devotion would wither and die as their fragile forms do. Though the pain of loss is as eternal as we, know that through your suffering an infinite panoply of meaning is given to those we are sworn to protect. Without you, they would be nothing. Without you, their loss could not become Truth.”[/color] The goddess stiffened at the touch, regarding her counterpart with growing distress borne out of some deep-seated suspicion and wariness. The words ringing in her ears as they were spoken, validating her very being, her actions. It was the logical progression of what she had come to experience in her own experiments with peace. It had been the right thing to do - another being saw straight through her, cut to the core, and found no fault. Azure essence ran along the markings on her cheeks slowly as her eyes welled up against a bittersweet outburst of emotion. A wavering breath formed into a sigh as she took in and hung on each word in Fìrinn’s speech. Neiya closed her eyes to stem the tide as silence took hold of the isle, reflecting upon the unending tide of emotions whirling through her even now. It was a great relief, yet it did not make her feel better. How could it? Her pain was simultaneously her own and that of others. She knew it, and Fìrinn had known it - even if they could not truly understand it beyond the abstract truth they garnered from context and observation. Yet the words struck her with renewed purpose - or perhaps apathy. The world was not broken. Nothing had truly gone wrong at her birth. She made no mistake. Life was as it was designed; The barriers of death, suffering and loss imprinted meaning upon those that lived it. That in itself, as Fìrinn had said, came with a horrifying reality. Her existence was always meant to be this way. She was meant to suffer. To cherish and revel in those fleeting moments of joy, as the mortals did. The suffering was not endless for them. It was a stage in the short path to the end. But for her it was an endless flood. A staging ground to carry and understand the burdens of the world, and blossom its antithesis - love. Her breath escaped her with a shaky sigh. No words escaped her, how could they? Instead she simply opened her eyes once more to gaze at the god before her, and raised her own hand in turn. Mimicking her actions of old, and Fìrinn’s own, she laid her hand against their would-be face’s side. To a being who did not experience emotion, such a touch was surely as alien as this place had been to her. Fìrinn, though unable to experience emotions in the traditional sense, was perfectly capable of reflecting. It could not process the subtext of Neiya’s touch, nor her feelings, nor her words--but in this moment it was as much her as she was. Within their reflection on the holy Tairseach, if Neiya turned to look, she would find that the reflection showed her caressing herself, a moment of perfect idealisation and realisation that would be recorded for all of eternity. It was, by all accounts, a moment of love that would last for as long as they would. [color=#DFB624]“I cannot soothe your pain, for pain is a necessary element of loss--and you are the goddess of love and loss. I can only tell you that in this moment, which shall remain for all of eternity, you have given love and received it in equal measure. This union, though it is but a reflection, shall never be lost--it is stored within the Tairseach, and within your mind. I do not know for how long reality shall remain as it is, but you may come to my mirror and gaze into its depths. It contains all that has been, and even this moment.”[/color] Fìrinn retracted its mantle-claw, though it made no effort to move from the Goddess’ touch. Through the union of their divine essences it could, perhaps, be made to feel that ecstatic joy and overwhelming anguish. Looking into the Tairseach, it recounted all that it had seen with this new perspective, and it too shed a single tear from within that mirrored embrace. The light played off of the God’s almost-face, reflecting just beneath where its eyes might have been--a single tear of glittering light to mirror her own. [color=#DFB624]“This is but a fragment of infinity, and already it is cumbersome to bear. I have no experience of pain or ecstasy, but perhaps those are words that describe what this is? It is not my place to experience the Truth of another, but if it will help you achieve yours I will endure for as long as it takes. This is, in and of itself, a form of love--and it is eternal.”[/color] Neiya remained quiet for a time yet, watching the God of Truth with an almost maternal sorrow seated deep on her features. Slowly did she lower her hand, stuck in the ephemeral moment and the gravity of all that was spoken. Releasing the mantle from her caress and the plight of the perspective of emotion, reflected or not. [color=8493ca]“Your words,”[/color] she began, clearing her throat as she recovers from the stillness she had been so enraptured by. [color=8493ca]“They ring with such clarity and deep-seated learning I hesitate to reflect upon them.”[/color] She gazed at the god for a few moments more before turning to face the grandiose construction, the mirror that would reflect all that had been. Still the concept could barely take root in her mind. The possibilities and the sheer web that was the consciousness to be recorded was truly mind-boggling from her, what she now more than ever understood was truly limited, perspective. Still, her serenity faded as the goddess found herself in her natural state. The pangs of grief, mistrust and guilt that brought her back to apathy. [color=8493ca]“Your own burden, to watch, and to know. Do you understand it? Does the meaning of what you say to me touch your own being?”[/color] [color=#DFB624]“A curious question. I am moulded by all I see, but I am a force that provides context and understanding--I am not concerned with the vagaries of what may be and the limits of imagination. My divine twin, Aicheil, is a force of knowledge unbound. Together we are whole, and with his influence perhaps I might have an answer to your question that would satisfy you… but alone? I do not know that I can answer in a way you would find meaningful. If my words bring you closer to clarity and truth than you were before, then what I say will stay with me forever. Otherwise… it will simply become a reflection, as all else does. Does this answer your question? Does this satisfy your desire for understanding?”[/color] Fìrinn replied, its almost-face seeming to glitter and sparkle as the words made themselves known. Its reflection cocked its head gently, clearly indicating the seriousness of its words and its genuine concern that it may not be able to provide answers that would satisfy its divine kith and kin. [color=#DFB624]“Divinity is beyond my preternatural understanding. I have only my experience to draw from with my brethren, but perhaps that gives me an appreciation that would otherwise not be possible.”[/color] Fìrinn’s mantle-claws reached up to the sky, as if to touch one of the many filaments hanging above, and stopped just shy of its destination. [color=#DFB624]“Alas, I have tarried too long. I must make for distant Kubrajzar to weave another anchor for the great tapestry. Perhaps you would like to join me, to witness how such a thing is made?”[/color] Neiya returned her gaze to watch the god as it spoke, reflecting on its words. Despite the lack of features, she seemed to impart some meaning from watching it. It did not appear to bring her back from her thin frown, ever molded by the internal roil, but it seemed to be enough to quell her immediate queries. Whether she understood the answer or not, she never deigned to confirm or deny such with anything beyond a slight lift of her chin, following the motion of its arm. Hesitant yet, or at the very least wracked by thousands of new thoughts working their way through her divine mind at breakneck speeds to find a resolution amid doubt, confusion, and Truth. [color=8493ca]“I will come with you, and in return, you will speak of yo-... our brethren,”[/color] she offered eventually, finding her way back to the sorrow-filled regal confidence that she had once carried herself with. [color=8493ca]“I want to know more about the world, and the others. I have but met one aside from you.”[/color] Fìrinn’s acknowledgement of the agreement could be felt emanating from it in waves, and though it did not move there was an immediate sense that something had changed within the Tairseach’s reflection. A simple glance to it and then back would reveal that the pair had already moved to far-off Kubrajzar. The surroundings did not so much have a visible element of change than they did simply realign themselves with a new location--it was much like checking a reflection in the mirror and seeing something quite unusual, then checking again to find that all was as it should have been. The scenery around them was that of a river’s delta, little speckles of islands amidst the rushing waters. One of these was much bigger than the others, and it was there that the unlikely duo now found themselves. [color=#DFB624]“Which of our siblings would you like to know about first? I have some passing knowledge of them all from their interactions with mortalkind, but can only claim to have directly spoken to five--excluding yourself.”[/color] As Fìrinn spoke, its true arms began to weave themselves through the air in the same swirling and winding patterns that Neiya had seen before surrounding the Tairseach--and as it did so those same filaments and threads were suffused with energy, becoming visible as though Fìrinn were a current that passed through them and jolted them into existence. The effect had been instantaneous yet everpresent. It pulled Neiya out of her shell once more, and her shocked expression returned with fresh force as she glanced around her new - yet not - location. As she found herself briefly glancing down, she saw the grass yellow and fade under her feet and between her toes. The Goddess lifted a few centimetres off of the ground once more, breathing a quiet sigh. After a few moments, she had found it best to ignore her surroundings to watch Fìrinn and its machinations. Yet when she found herself searching for an answer to its question she was at a loss. Five others. It was such a small number, yet it somehow managed to make the world seem that much smaller than she had imagined when all she knew was Cadien. [color=8493ca]“I have only met one other than yourself. I do not know any of these five, unless one of them is Cadien,”[/color] she eventually managed, watching Fìrinn work with restless intent. And then, an idea appeared to form in the goddess’ mind. With new determination, she continued. [color=8493ca]“Tell me about the one that would benefit me most to know about.”[/color] Fìrinn’s true arms continued their arcane gestures, and soon enough that same effect that had so-entranced Neiya prior to their change of scenery was forming and reforming itself in this new land. As Fìrinn continued to pull and tug at the threads gently, leaching its own divine essence into the area to ensure that the anchor would remain to regulate the subtle web even here, so far away from the Tairseach, should Fìrinn no longer be present to ensure its function. [color=#DFB624]“Hm. None of them stand to realise your Truth more fully than you might alone, but each will introduce to you the infinite threads of the world around you that you cannot see. My twin Aicheil can introduce you to the infinite dreams of mortalkind. Klaarungraxus could educate you on the mysteries of the deep and the primal strength therein. The Tree of Genesis is… well, a mystery, even to me. Oraelia will show you the fragility and beauty of life. Gibbou might allow you to contribute to the birth of druidism. Tekret et Heret will find you should you agree to a covenant to ensure the terms are binding and due restitution is received. Down none of these paths will you find Truth, but… you may well find experience, and through experience you may find reflection.”[/color] The implication that through reflection one may find Truth was plainly obvious, but Fìrinn felt no need to actually state it. Neiya would work that out on her own, given her spate of glib intellect in asking Fìrinn which would benefit her the most. [color=#DFB624]“But perhaps there is no more time left for any of that. Change awaits us all, Neiya, and reality has plans of its own. I know not what they are, or when they will come, but we are all bound by that ineffable truth--just as mortalkind are bound by this great web.”[/color] With an almighty surge of effort that seemed to drain some of the colour from Fìrinn’s body and a burst of almost explosive radiance the anchor bound itself to reality. As the light dissipated and the metaphorical dust settled, a reflecting pool in the shape of the holy symbol of the Two-as-One sat within the ground, perfectly placid. [color=#DFB624]“It is done. Even should I leave, mortalkind will be safe--they will have each other.”[/color] Neiya watched with quiet reverence at the pure display of power. Even in the context of her recent feats, the act of creation captivated and amazed her, and this construction was still somehow beyond the limits of what she could even begin to imagine. In a manner, she knew that she would not truly understand its function beyond what she had been told, and she knew that was why she had been told. It was enough for her to admire its inherent majesty. Perhaps one day she would attempt something so grandiose. Even so, her mind drifted back to consider Fìrinn’s words - the names he had spoken and their potential path for her. Perhaps she would seek one of them out. She considered the rest of his words, and just for a moment, she seemed to scoff. [color=8493ca]“For one who cannot truly experience emotion, God of Truth, arrogance seems entirely within your sphere. You say we are eternal yet you describe a coming turmoil not at all unlike that which is mortal death. An unknown change, random and uncaring in when it arrives. It is the catalyst for change in their lives, as this is ours, if what you say is true. Perhaps we are not so eternal as you claim.”[/color] She drew a short breath, closing her eyes before she let emotion overwhelm her and take her down a path she did not intend for. She had been a little too bitter, it was uncalled for. The goddess did her best to soften her demeanour. [color=8493ca]“Even when they are alone?”[/color] [color=#DFB624]”We shall always exist unless slain by our brethren. It takes a God to kill a God--but in what form we exist is not quite so certain. Perhaps we shall no longer walk this Galbar, but instead intervene from afar. Perhaps we must make a new reality. Perhaps we shall sink into dark and dreaming slumber for uncountable eons until naught we had made remains. There are infinite ways to exist and no longer be [i]here[/i]--this may well be akin to the death that mortals experience, for all I know--and if it is, then I have done what I could to ensure the realisation of Truth even in my absence. I have felt the beginnings of love and loss, and I have lived according to my innermost Truth. Is it arrogant to do as a mortal would? Is it arrogant to attempt to mitigate doom?”[/color] Fìrinn’s tone was not accusatory or offended--simply contemplative, wondering about the answers to Neiya’s questions. It knew her plight and her burden, and it did not begrudge her for feeling how she felt and saying what she said--these things were her Truth, and in matters of Truth Fìrinn could only ever be pleased (if such a thing, as the other gods and mortals knew it, could exist for the God of Truth). [color=#DFB624]”They are never alone. They are most often unaware of their inherent connectedness, but through the Collective Unconscious they feel the echoes of one another no matter how distant they grow. It is most apparent in dreams, where they remember what they have and what they have lost, and such is possible only because the Two-as-One made it so. Perhaps that will sound arrogant, but it is not meant as such--it is simply true.”[/color] [color=8493ca]“That may be true,”[/color] Neiya offered with some semblance of sadness re-entering her tone of voice. [color=8493ca]“But mortals are most alone when they have known what it means to truly be together. I do not doubt the effort you have put in, Fìrinn, or the good that it will do. But loneliness is not so absolute as you make it out to be.”[/color] The goddess raised a hand to her head, nursing her right temple with a few fingertips gently pressing against her skin. The worries of the world, and the crushing depth of what she was learning was taking its toll on her. She had felt tired ever since she made mortals together with Cadien. A growing drain on her psyche and constitution. That alone could lend real weight to the dogma of the God of Truth. [color=8493ca]“To know all that has happened, and can happen, and still be forced to speculate about what may or may not come - it must be terrifying. Perhaps you cannot experience that, and if so, I hope you never do, Fìrinn.”[/color] [color=#DFB624]”There is no terror. There is only eternity and a desire for completion. My twin and I share this burden equally--together, we find solace. Now that I have met you, my burden is lightened just a little more. I would give all of myself to ensure reality and truth are aligned, as I am quite certain that you would give all of yourself for love and for loss. We are the very embodiments of what we represent--it may be difficult, but it is simply Truth. Your Truth is to suffer the agony of loss and the ecstasy of passion both, though one rings hollow in the face of the other. Still, without your noble sacrifice, mortalkind would not know love at all. Without your love for them, they would truly be alone. Without my truth, they would have no context and no understanding. Without Cadien, there might not be mortals as we understand them at all. If our fate as gods is to suffer so that they might live out their truths, then I am glad to suffer.”[/color] Fìrinn’s mantle-claws traced the edges of the reflecting pool that it had made, its boundaries shifting from stone to glass and then to crystal, its pattern marked clearly for all to see and to know. [color=#DFB624]”You may visit my Tairseach whenever you like. Simply call to mind an instance of something a mortal has seen and you may gaze upon its reflection freely--I do not know whether or not this will comfort you or only deepen your pain, but there is truth in both of these things.”[/color] [color=8493ca]”That much is certainly true,”[/color] Neiya conceded with a sigh, managing to mostly sidestep his grander explanation to avoid broaching her opinion on herself. [color=8493ca]“Thank you for your offering, Fìrinn. You may not experience emotion as I do, but something certainly drives that compassion. I cannot believe it is a mere compulsion. But that is where our truths differ, I imagine. I will not squander your hospitality. And if you ever require,”[/color] she paused, considering what a god might require of her. [color=8493ca]“...perspective, I welcome your presence. I feel as though you understand, even though you may not. And that is both a great boon, and a terrible curse.”[/color] [hider=Summary] At the Tairseach, Fìrinn contemplates the worrying trends indicating great change is about to disrupt reality. It plans the construction of another Anchor to finalize the plans for mortals previously put in motion, the driving force behind its motivation. In the midst of its work, Fìrinn realizes another god is about to stumble straight onto the Tairseach by accident. It’s Neiya! After creating a mortal race she has devoted herself to following the coastline south around Toraan, and has subsequently found herself lost in thought once more. She is soon snapped back to reality, as the Tairseach captures her attention and snares her in by deviously playing on her curiosity. Neiya marvels at the very existence of such a creation, and Fìrinn introduces himself and explains he is aware of Neiya already - he has seen her through the human girl Sanya, and through the lake that she consecrated. The two talk about Neiya’s nature, and share a tender moment borne out of a pure compassion and sympathy - as Fìrinn briefly experiences emotion - or at least a version of it - and through it, new context. Fìrinn teaches Neiya many new things, and challenges Neiya’s perception of herself several times. They exchange a brief battle of wills in their debate about truth and purpose, until Fìrinn feels compelled to continue their task, and invites Neiya to study it in action. Neiya agrees, and Fìrinn takes her to Kubrajzar - the location of the last Anchor to be built. As Fìrinn begins construction of its Anchor, it teaches Neiya the name of five gods and what they might offer her should she seek them out. While the Anchor is being completed, Neiya challenges Fìrinn’s breadth of knowledge and stance on its purpose, and they debate the matter a little further. Eventually Neiya deflects and concedes a few points as Fìrinn hits a little too close to home. Fìrinn offers Neiya use of the Tairseach, and Neiya invites it to call on her if needed. Neiya drops some sympathy for her understanding of Fìrinn’s being before they part. [/hider] [hider=Might Summary] Fìrinn: Free - Minor geographical alteration to create a reflecting pool -1MP - Create an Anchor for the Collective Unconscious, strengthening its presence within the continent of Kubrajzar. Starting MP/DP: 1/0 Ending MP/DP: 0/0 Neiya: Starting MP/DP: 1/0 Ending MP/DP: 1/0 [/hider]