She could remember it… The overpowering scent of a burning forest, clay figurines writhing in pain and agony, faces contorted into silent screams. Creeks boiling, things dying. It was how she was born, [i]where[/i] she was born… Or sprouted, or was created. She didn’t know, as with many things, if her being alive was meant to be or merely an accident. What she did know is that over time, what had once been grass under her feet had eventually turned to a mix of dust and ash. She knew that the trees had all eventually burned away thanks to the Unseen Fire. There was this large husk of a tree in what she assumed to be the center of the lonely land she considered her home. It was tall and wide and inside of it, if she snuck through a cramped opening, she would come out into some sort of inner chamber. It wasn’t a grand thing. In fact, she could barely stand upright in it and she could only extend her arms to either side a little bit, but curled up into a small ball against the far wall of the chamber was the one thing she could consider beautiful in her world. Some kind of statue, shaped like her and wearing the most beautiful, brightest thing she’d ever seen... A dress made of luminous leaves and flowers and vines. She’d never dared touch the statue. Maybe out of respect, or maybe because she was scared of what would happen if she touched it. Would it crumble to dust as everything else had? That day was different. After wandering the wasteland for days on end she had grown bored and curious, so after having a nice cry at the edges of a dry river bank she had made her way to the Husk. She sat down next to the statue, in the darkness within the Husk, and sighed. There was nothing to do out there. Nothing to see… Maybe she should just stay in that dark alcove, she thought. At least then she wouldn’t have to see the vast lands and imagine how they would have looked with forests and animals and grass and clouds… Well, she thought, at least there was one last thing to do. And so she placed her hand on the statue’s leafy head… Only to find out it wasn’t made of stone. The leaves, they felt like her own, only… Older, weaker. They had withered. As she ran her hands through the statue’s head, a few of the old leaves effortlessly came off. There was a light rustling. She didn’t notice. Suddenly, the beautiful dress the statue had been wearing practically leapt from the curled up form and onto her. She gasped, “W-Wh-!” But her scream was cut short. What felt like lightning coursed through her whole body. What felt like thunder nearly ruptured her eardrums. What felt like Fire branded her very soul. And then… Nothing. -- The next time she awoke, the earthy taste of her sap permeated her mouth, she couldn’t breathe through her nose, her lap felt wet and warm and she was lightheaded and awfully thirsty. It was the first time she had ever felt thirst. She groaned, whimpered as her eyes watered and she struggled to raise her head to look at the statue. It was naked, but her body looked much like hers, if only withered and injured and mistreated. There were strange growths under the statue’s skin in many places, and they… They shifted, and grew and shrunk, and they looked painful. That was when she noticed the statue flinch. It moved. [color=lightgreen]“H-How…”[/color] She managed to whisper, crawling away slowly. [color=lightgreen]“What is happening…”[/color] [i]‘Help me… Help… Help… Help me, please… Please…! It hurts… It hurts so much… Why… Why did they…’[/i] A whisper, a voice muttering snuck into her head, along with a shadow of the pain of what she imagined those growths to be inflicting upon the statue. [color=lightgreen]“S… Stop! I didn’t do anything, why!”[/color] She cried, wiping the sap off her face as best as she could. The very land roared. She couldn’t stand up even if she wanted to, as she would’ve been thrown off her feet immediately. [i]‘Why… Why… Why…! Why..! Why! Why did she… Why did Sister...’[/i] The ground cracked between her and the statue and light spilled in from below, cutting through the air and separating them, cutting the Husk in half and letting in the gray light she had grown used to. She tried to reach for the statue but the light separating them both was strong and as soon as she got close, she winced in pain as her fingertips burned. The land rumbled once more and she stumbled around, then she tripped on something and fell backwards. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing for impact, but… It never came. She fell, and fell, and fell… And eventually the roar of the land ceased, and the only thing she could hear was the voice. [i]‘Please, please…! Don’t leave me alone, please… She left me, Oraelia, she abandoned me, she never came for me… Please, come back! It hurts so much, it burns, I-I don’t… I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!’[/i] The voice practically screamed, then broke down into unintelligible muttering, then crying… And then nothing. For the longest time, there was… Nothing. Darkness, silence. Nothing but her thoughts and the feeling of the luminous dress hugging her body. It was warm, and it shifted and moved across her body incessantly, as if seeking a comfortable position. And then suddenly, the silence was broken. [color=hotpink]“Genny-”[/color] In the blink of an eye, the darkness had given way to a new land. Sickly green, marshy soil and malformed trees were abundant, and she landed on top of a massive tree root, several times the thickness of the Husk back in her home. But the tree root was wet, and the strange moss that grew on top of it was extremely slippery, so she slipped and fell down, rolled down a small hill and came to a stop with a grunt. As she looked up to the top of the hill, she saw what looked like a… A shadow, with beautiful pink leaves, disappearing into thin air. [color=hotpink]“Genesis, are you-”[/color] --- “-ok?” Genny twitched and quickly opened her eyes, seeing a hazy figure looming over her and talking to her. “Come on, what’s happened to you, li’l [abbr=sapling][i]emkura[/i][/abbr]?” Asked a worried voice. There was the rustling of bones and heavy leather, and then a rough and calloused hand was placed on Genny’s forehead and two fingers were placed on the side of her neck. Genny tried to speak, but found her tongue wasn’t responding to her attempts. [color=lightgreen]“Gn… Mmn… A...”[/color] She felt a heavy weight on her heart, and then she started sniffling. Had she just left the statue to die? Where was it? What had happened to her home? Why was everything so hazy and bright and why couldn’t she focus her eyes on anything? She was scared. “Look at yourself... You’re all covered in sap, and-” The voice sighed and Genny started sobbing as quietly as she could. She tried to get up, but found her limbs as useful as noodles, so eventually the voice muttered something and after that, Genny found herself being hoisted over the person’s shoulder. “This place isn’t safe, your sap’s going to attract all manner of nasties, so I’ll take you somewhere safe, okay [i]emkura[/i]? You just rest up while we get there. You’ll be okay as long as you’re with me.” [hr] Birburelli had never expected to find a sylphie so far north. In all his years of travelling he had not known them to roam beyond the jungles of Muraymuna and the far mangroves of the Mimrabans to the east. To stumble upon one here of all places, where the mighty river Juhmar flowed, was strange to say the least. “Strange, isn’t it Lukluk?” He glanced over at his donkey, over whose back he had placed the frail thing. The donkey stared at the old ascetic and brayed lightly. “Eat her! You beast! Do you think with nothing but your belly? No I won’t be letting you eat her. You’d call on us the curses of [abbr=Genesis; Male. The green-skinned plant-god of the strange plant-people who dwell in the regions south-west of Dehrthaa, and is also the glorious god of forests and nature, as well as being a god of wisdom. He is also the god of outsiders, associated with cemeteries, forests, and non-urban places, and so is depicted as the ideal spiritual teacher.]Orjarnibapti[/abbr] for a snack.” For a wandering ascetic, Birburelli was somewhat overdressed. Most religious wanderers like him tended towards a lack of clothing - most wandered naked - but he had stopped doing so some time back. When people were kind enough to gift you with leathers for clothing, and when human and animal bones were readily available, it seemed to him a downright shame not to dress up a little. No one was going to be mistaking him for some royal [i]shid[/i], of course, but the regalia of bone and leather made for quite a striking appearance. It warded off the odd cowardly bandit, at least. “Ah, what’s this now.” He stopped by a small pile of rocks to the side of the road. “Seems like no one’s come by this way in a long while Lukluk. Wait up a little now while I sort this mess out.” He reached for the shovel at the donkey’s side and got to reinforcing the earth around the small structure - barely five spans tall. Looking around, he spotted a large, flat stone and got to heaving and pulling it until it was near the new foundation he had shovelled, and placed it there, before getting to moving the stones from the original onto the new. Once he was done, the roadside shrine stood at a notable seven spans, and it looked more solid to boot. He clenched his fists and brought the front of each against the other before him, bowing his head low. He held the posture and whispered a prayer to the great god of journeys, Nirjurti. With that done, the relatively young ascetic - he did not seem older than thirty-five cycles - continued on the road. It was not long before a small hamlet arose on a nearby hill, fields lining the elevated grounds around it, and so he made for it. The people were friendly enough - ascetics tended to find friends everywhere, unless there was a priest about of course. “I’ve an injured friend here,” he said, gesturing to the sylphi on the donkey’s back. The villagers looked at the odd creature with raised eyebrows. “What, never seen an [i]emkura[/i] before?” The ascetic asked. He knew the answer; of course they had not. The villagers shook their heads in confusion. “No master, I’ve never seen one in my life. Have you Shunda?” The one named Shunda shook his head. “No Bullat, I’ve never seen one, never. Not even when I went with my old man down to the hills by that stream, you know the stream? Not even then.” “Oh the stream. The one by the tree? I know that stream. You know I fell from that tree once.” “Well,” the ascetic intervened, “the [i]emkura[/i] are the children of Orjarnibapti! It is auspicious to see one, and even more so to have the opportunity to care for one that is injured! Go slaughter a goat in her honour, bring her water and food, let the women sing and dance, let the children play and prance!” With that declaration, he lifted her from Lukluk’s back (who attempted to take a bite as the ascetic passed, but was deftly dodged by the sharp-eyed Birburelli). “You conniving old thing!” The ascetic grumbled as Bullat led him into his home and the sylphi was laid down on some bedding. “Open the windows, let some air and sunlight in. Bring water and bring meat - it’s fine raw, maybe better even. Maybe bring a bowl of blood too while you're at it.” The overconfident ascetic told the little man, who nodded and rushed off. The man’s children - two little daughters, twins by the looks of them, and a son - wandered near and stared curiously at the strange being on the bed. Their mother soon came into the room with a jug of water and a cup. The ascetic accepted both from her, pouring himself a small amount, before standing and slowly pouring the rest of the jar over the sylphi’s body, starting from her head and down her torso and to her extremities. “See how I just did?” The ascetic told Bullat’s wife. She nodded. “Fill the jug and do it again. Make a prayer, it is sure to be granted!” The woman took the jar excitedly and hurried off to refill it. “Mami, mami! Pray for me!” Her son rushed off shouting after her, eliciting a chuckle from Birburelli. He looked at the damp sylphi and pursed his lips. “There now, little [i]emkura[/i], all’s well.” [hr] The first thing Genesis felt once she came back to herself was her breathing. Slow, deep, and tranquil… It soothed her, and with each inhalation came the scents of hay, of mud, of burning wood and of… Beast? It was unlike anything she’d smelled before. She found herself to be lying on a wet, waterlogged cloth... Which wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. Slowly, she opened her eyes. For a moment they hurt as they struggled to adjust to the orange rays of light coming in through an open window. She breathed in sharply and sat up. She felt good--Perhaps even better than before. The dress covering her form now wasn’t luminous animore, and instead looked more like an intricate design of palm leaves and vines weaved in such a way as to keep her modesty while leaving her back, midriff and lower legs uncovered. She didn’t know when it had found the time to change, but there it was. [i]“Moo,”[/i] a low sound came from just outside the window, sending shivers down Genesis’ spine as she perked up, leaves rustling as she stared at the window, half-expecting some kind of monster to jump in through it. Nothing came in, of course. But now that she was getting accustomed to consciousness, she could now hear several more things. In the distance, there were sounds akin to those she had heard in dreams, of many voices chanting together in different tones. Of laughter, and feet striking the ground and kicking up soil in dance. Before she could listen more closely, she heard a yawn coming from behind one of the wooden walls, in a room whose entrance was obscured by flaps of fabric. Genesis ran her hands over her body, noting how smooth her skin felt now compared to when she was covered in sap. Whoever was in the other room was most likely the one who saved her when she couldn’t even move, so with care so as to not fall over, Genesis stood up and walked over to the thin flaps of cloth barring her entrance and… Just kind of stood there, awkwardly shuffling her feet and repeatedly lifting her arm and lowering it just before she got a hold of the fabric. [color=lightgreen]“Haah...”[/color] There was some shuffling outside, and the beaded fabrics were moved aside, jangling as they went, and a little head peered in. It stared at Genesis with wide eyes for a few moments, and then rushed off shouting. “Ma! Ma! The [i]emthingy[/i] woke up!” There was shuffling and soon a woman drew the door-curtains open and smiled. She bowed low, bringing the front of her fists together before her. “I’m happy you’re okay, great daughter of Orjarnibapti. Master Birburelli just went for a walk and’ll be back before you know it. How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? D’you want to sit in the sun for a bit? The Master said that’ll do you some good.” Genesis scrunched up her nose and frowned, trying to peek into the room behind the woman before eventually giving up and shaking her head. [color=tomato]“Orjarni…? Daughter? There isn’t much daylight left, so that can wait until tomorrow. Who’s Birburelli? What is this place? What are you, are you actually real?”[/color] Genesis asked, sniffing the air a few times and curiously reaching out to feel the woman’s skin. [color=tomato]“You smell different than anything I smelled back home… Livelier, spicier. I like it.”[/color] The young Sylphi said before her stomach started rumbling, making her jump a little. “Oh, real enough I hope!” The woman exclaimed with a laugh. “Those old spices are stuck to me, can’t get the smell out. But alright, you go sit yourself back down and I’ll bring you some of that goat-meat. Master Birburelli said raw is best for you and that you’d drink the blood too, so I’ll bring you some of that. Sunju! Come sit with- oh, you do have a name right? Sunju you little devil, come here right now! I’m so sorry I’ll be right back, just give me a moment.” She wandered off, eventually finding Sunju who came scrambling to Genesis. “I’m here [i]emkurasister[/i]! Is it true you drink blood?” He rushed by her feet and leapt on the wet bed, giggling as he rolled about on it. Genesis stared at the joyful child for a moment, before smiling and sitting down on the bed as well. [color=tomato]“Believe it or not I’ve never even seen blood! I‘ve always known what it is, somehow, but… Yeah. Do you drink blood, Sunju was it?”[/color] He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “No, I only drink milk. Mister Burburli said you are from the plant god - uh, uh whatsit, Orjabpti? ! Is that true? Do all gods drink blood like you?” Genesis looked up at the ceiling and hummed thoughtfully to herself, [color=tomato]“I dunno. The place I was in before I came here was… Gray and dead, there was nothing there that looked like a God you know? Well, actually-”[/color] Genesis fell into silence as a frown formed on her brow, black sclera seeming to grow only darker as her irises lit up along with the frown. [color=tomato]“Nevermind. Who knows?! I don’t think they drink blood, though. I have a feeling it’s just me…”[/color] There was a bit of a pause. [color=tomato]“Hey Sunju,”[/color] Genesis said, perking up as she laid back down onto the bed and rolled onto her side to look directly at the boy. [color=tomato]“can you tell me about this place? It’s your home right? Share your stories with me, please?”[/color] “Ah, stories!” He leapt from the bed and stood before her. “My favourite story is about the Frowner and the Laugher because they always chase and run away from each other. The Frowner is grumpy and doesn’t like laughing so he always chases the Laugher who is always laughing. I always play it with Arupta - he is good at frowning so he is the Frowner and then I just laugh and run away.” He giggled slightly. “Mam doesn’t like that game though and when she catches me playing it she smacks me.” He grinned mischievously. “Arupta is my oldest cousin and he is really strong - sometimes when he catches me he smacks me too. I remember we were throwing rocks once at the wall, and then he ran out of rocks and went to got some from near the wall - but I was still throwing them and I threw a [i]really[/i] big one and it got him right on the head! He chased me all the way around the houses and wouldn’t stop until his mam caught him and gave him the smacking of his life!” He laughed aloud, just as his own mother walked back through the door carrying a platter of raw meat and balancing a jug on her head. “By the Mojtha, Sunju, I could hear you from your uncle’s house. How many times have I told you to not be so loud.” She shook her head at him and exhaled, glancing at Genesis who tried to hide her snickering. “He must have driven your head in, sorry about that. Get the table Sunju, quickly now.” the boy rushed off to the far wall and carried a low table over, stumbling side to side as he did, and then dropped it by the bed where his mother placed the platter, which seemed absolutely massive to the suddenly starry-eyed, drooling Genesis. “Come now, eat up. I’m sure you’re starving.” She seated herself on a nearby stool and Sunju rushed to her and scrambled onto her knee. She wiped his running nose with a small kerchief, to his protests. “I was telling [i]emkurasister[/i] about some stories,” he said proudly. “Were you now? And you didn’t bother to ask her name?” He scratched his cheek and smiled sheepishly. “Uh, [i]emkurasister[/i] sounds nice.” He managed, glancing at Genesis, who was preoccupied pouring blood onto the pieces of meat on the platter. “What [i]is[/i] your name my dear? And how did you end up all alone on the road? Master Birburelli says it’s very strange for children of Orjarnibapti to be found here.” [color=tomato]“I don’t really know the answer to those questions- The only thing I do know is that I came from a dying land, and that I ended up here after the land was burned to nothingness by a golden light…”[/color] Genesis said pensively as she dangled a long piece of meat above her, mouth placed just right to catch the drops of blood running off it. [color=tomato]“I remember being covered in my own sap after the land’s guardian gave me this dress... I felt as if my very core was burning… And the only three names I had ever heard before coming here were Genesis, Genny and Oraelia. I like Genesis the best, so you can call me that, but I feel like the name ‘Oraelia’ is very important, too…”[/color] She explained as she began to lower her meal, taking quick and effortless bites out of it until there was nothing left. She didn’t chew much at all and didn’t bother to close her mouth after the fact and when she was done with that particular piece, the few glints of light reflected off of the blood dripping from her doubtlessly sharp teeth and running down her face, neck, chest and shoulders made her seem much more like a predator than before. Sunju, for his part, seemed to be watching her with considerable awe, a small impressed gleam in his eyes as she easily devoured the meat. “Djehnsis…” the mother spoke the foreign word. “Hurrela.” She shook her head. “I’ve never heard that name. Maybe master Birburelli will know, you should certainly ask him.” She paused and stroked Sunju’s long, straight black hair. “But you must feel so lost, just waking up somewhere completely new. You’re in our little village of Mirmehti. I’m Sudirta, I live here with my husband Bullat. We’re farmers and animal-keepers. We keep to ourselves and our village and the [i]shid[/i] Bahulti leaves us be for the most part. He took some of our young men for the war not long ago, but beyond that we live good, peaceful lives here. Oh you get the odd roaming band of mercenaries or no-gooders, no doubt, but it’s as safe as any place can hope to be. No great golden light will be doing you any harm here.” [color=tomato]“Farmers and animal keepers, mercenaries, wars, Bahulti... Mirmehti. Thank you for helping me out. I don’t know what would have happened had I not been brought here. You mentioned before this was… What animal? Goat?”[/color] Genesis asked as she wolfed down several more pieces of meat in a similar manner as before, [color=tomato]“It’s good, really good! Thank you, something tells me growing flesh takes longer than growing plants.”[/color] She mentioned with a giggle. [color=tomato]“Oh! One question. You said it’s rare to see my kind around here? So that means there’s more of me? More things that look like me, that is? Tell me, do they smell the same? Do they also like meat and sun and water? I want to meet them!”[/color] The young Sylphi grinned excitedly. “Oh, I wouldn’t know about these things,” Sudirta laughed, “but I’m sure master Birburelli will have all the answers. I should go check up on the twins, they’re probably waking up and hungry now. You just rest up and I’m sure the master will be back soon. And if you need anything, call this little rascal.” She pinched Sunju’s cheeks roughly before getting him off her knee and leaving the small room. Perhaps an hour or so later, the door-drapes parted once more and a wild-haired, scraggly-bearded man, dressed in an assortment of bone and leather, walked in. Parts of his black hair were dyed red, as was his beard, and lines of chalk or ink adorned his forehead and cheeks. Immediately upon seeing the man, Genesis’ leaves started rustling in recognition. He smiled when he saw that she was awake, his obsidian eyes twinkling in the torchlight. “Ah, little [i]emkura[/i]. How are you feeling?” He came by the bedside and seated himself on Sudirta’s stool. [color=tomato]“Birburelli? You’re the one who saved me, right? I’m feeling much better now thanks to you! I was asking Sudirta before, but do you know what I am? Where I can meet more of my kind? Because I don’t really know what this land even is. I mean, I know now that this is Mirmehti, but I don’t know where I am, you know?”[/color] Genesis tried to explain, frowning as she confused herself further. “There now my [i]emkura[/i]. Your kind like to keep to themselves - a retiring species that lives wild and free in the southern jungles of Muraymuna. You will find them also in the furthest east, in the mangrove forests of the Mimrabans.” He paused and ran a hand through his beard. “As for what this land is - it is Dehrthaa. A poor and divided land, where blood is shed from the river Dahuur in the sacred mountains to the Mudhindahuur that runs into the sea. Bandits and mercenaries roam, and those who would travel the roads had best beware. Quarrelling [i]shids[/i] are everywhere, and even now a great bloodletting rages between the powerful [i]shid[/i] of the north and the one who rules over these rolling hills between the two great rivers. If you wish to see your own, then I am travelling south towards Muraymuna - you can join me if you wish. Or you can settle here - the people are good, they will honour you no doubt. It is peaceful for now - though that can change at any moment. It is your choice, little [i]emkura[/i].” Genesis listened attentively, nodding along with each bit of new information. After Birburelli had finished speaking, she closed her golden eyes and puffed out her chest proudly before gently placing her hand over her heart. [color=tomato]“I come from the Gray Lands, do you really think I could bear to settle in one place when there’s so much to see and experience? Jungles, forests, rivers, swamps--All these things exist here! They’re things I only ever dreamed of before, so yes! My choice is that I will travel with you into the Jungle, and we’ll see from there. I just have to see this land and as many others as I can, and that’s something I can’t do by staying in a village, no matter how nicely I may have been treated.”[/color] She huffed with a smug grin on her face and relaxed a little, opening her shining eyes to look at the wise human, who chuckled and nodded. “It seems that you are indeed a child of Orjarnibapti, the road calls to you and a thirst for knowledge and experience. Then it is agreed. Tonight we will rest, and tomorrow we will answer the call of the road once more. Rest well, [i]emkura[/i].” And with that he rose, paused, and ruffled her leafy head, making her look up at him with puffed out flushed cheeks. “I’m sure you’ll get right along with Lukluk too.” He chortled, and then made for the drapes and disappeared beyond them. [indent][list][*][hider=Summary] Genesis had been trapped in her realm for a long time now, her lifeblood gone unstable at a point in the past where she was away from Oraelia. Long story short, Genesis made a copy of herself as part of a plan to ask for help from the others, but before the copy could grow enough to be ready to receive her memories and abilities, the Lifeblood within Genesis deteriorated further. The plan has to be rushed and this ended up with Copy Genesis receiving a massive dose of divine energy upon receiving the original Genesis’ dress, which almost killed her. After this, the Lifeblood finally begins consuming everything, the only thing that manages to escape is the copy of Genesis thanks to a portal made by the original. On Galbar, the copy (henceforth known as Genesis) pops out into the the Place Betwixt the Rivers in Dehrthaa, where she’s retrieved by a passing ascetic traveler called Birburelli and taken to a nearby human village to recover. Genesis wakes up disoriented, gets some food and drink from the villagers and talks a little with a child and his mother. Some time later, Birburelli (the one who had saved her) appears again and they talk, with Genesis learning of the potential location of nearby Sylphi. After being given the choice of joining Birburelli on a journey to the Jungles of Muraymuna or settling in the village, Genesis decides to travel, stating she wants to experience as much of the world as she can, given the fact she had spent all of her life in a gray wasteland before arriving on Galbar. [/hider] [*][hider=Might Summary] Genesis MP5-DP5 Used 4MP and 2 DP to grant Genesis the following titles Ethereal Infusion I(1MP): Grants Genesis’ body the ability to phase into a state of intangibility for a few moments, about half as long as she can hold her breath underwater. My Mama Works at the Pantheon, I Swear! III(3MP): Grants Genesis’ body the ability to levitate and move at the same time at a jogging pace, as well as a natural immunity to all but the most insidious of diseases. She can still get sick, but all common diseases will pass without complications after a day or two. Also grants her the uncanny ability of learning any new language and writing system she comes across in its entirety with just a few conversations’ worth of exposure to the language. Green Thumb… Or Hand… Or Arm II(Free): Grants Genesis the ability to manipulate plants around her. This allows her to make seeds sprout and grow quickly provided they’re planted in a proper environment. Also allows some limited manipulation of already existing plants in the environment, though not as much as if she were to plant them. Bad Ends Galore! II(2DP): Grants the ability of Rebirth to Genesis. Should she die in any manner throughout her adventures as a lesser being, her soul will remain conscious and tethered to Galbar, allowing her to search for a suitable seed to possess and manipulate into growing a new body for her over the course of a few weeks. Used 1MP to make a portal to Galbar. Used 3DP to make the Living Dress, Hydrangea, with the following Titles: Living Clothing I(1DP): This dress is a bunch of leaves, vines and flowers that have the ability to shapeshift as long as they are being worn by their chosen wearer. It can only shapeshift into plants, but grants an incredible amount of flexibility. Ranging from clothing for cold (not freezing) temperatures all the way to swimsuits, Hydrangea can do it all. Also, as a living dress it does have the ability to heal from damage over time. This coupled with Genesis' ability of plant manipulation ensures its survival from all kinds of wear and tear. Did My Dress Just Pull a Prank on me? II(2DP): this title grants Hydrangea a level of intelligence comparable to a lesser spirit. While not generally able to talk and lacking a face to show genuine emotions, communication with the dress is perfectly possible. It will respond to being talked to or insulted, and keeping a good relationship with it will make it want to do its job much better, usually resulting in better quality outfits whenever it shapeshifts. Warning: A dress with this high level of intelligence does run the risk of getting bored, and when it gets bored, it will seek ways to entertain itself by pulling pranks, both innocent and not so innocent on its wearer. NOTHING REMAINING [/hider][/list][/indent]