[center][h3][color=FFE4E1]Arira - Goddess of Cycles[/color][/h3]

[h2][i]A Space-Time Conundrum[/i][/h2][/center]

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It had been some time since the goddess had set about trying to help restore the land in some capacity, going about and seeking to bring a new cycle of life and death to the land that would bring about nature and a more hospitable place to live. Of course with the atmosphere being in its own kind of issue, and a storm moving about, there was only so much that could be done at this point in time. Even so she at the least laid the seeds of a proper cycle of life and death, things and plants and so forth that would arise at the right time when conditions had been improved enough. Rain from the storming was at least better than nothing. In that vein it wasn't as much detailed work as she'd been hoping to achieve, and it only covered so much land thus far rather than all of it...yet it wasn't all she'd done so far. 

She'd even visited the Temple-Fortress once or twice during this time, where she'd begun to regail the mortals with teachings about things such as the cycle of life and death and war and peace and so forth. She'd even begun to teach them a little some inventions, such as the water wheel and some of weapons she'd prepared at the Temple-Fortress, so they might make better use of the tools and weapons she'd given them to protect the paradise they now lived in. It was a basic first-step, however, and after an attack or two by bandits trying to enter the paradise or seize it she'd given a few of them an introduction to basic gunpowder and working with it as well as its dangers. It was all simply for the sake of the location itself, as well as those who now inhabited the special place in her service. Still, in her work with the land so far she'd go and do a bit more to shape the landscape about the large paradisiacal valley than in other places...all part of the plan to make her birthplace that much more secure over the long term.

More importantly, however, in her work she'd run across some strange spaces where time and space seemed 'inconsistent'. Wibbly-wobbly time, errant space, the kind of apocalyptic instabilities that arose when this chuck of creation became a chunk. That, in her mind, was far more of a concerning matter at the moment than more work to revitalize the land. Without a consistent flow of time and space, there was nothing it wouldn't affect if not taken care of in the long term. Cycles of seasons, day and night, and so forth would not be stable either, which being under her purview was something of even more note. 

With this in mind, she'd returned to the paradise once more after scouting out the problems a bit. Here would be a perfect place to centralize all of her work on the matter, making it simpler to work on...unlike trying to revitalize the land at the moment. This was simply a matter of increasing efficiency in this work, however, not a matter at all of limitations to one location or another. But if she wanted to put in the raw time to fix time-space for the long term betterment of this remnant of creation, she felt taking the time and investing the extra effort would be most suitable. 

And so she began her work, creating a floating shrine in the air high above the fortress-temple from where she could most intensely focus on her work. It was almost egg-shaped, if not a bit wider, gilded in great amounts of gold and white porcelain-colored exterior parts and had giant windows facing out every direction. Truly a divine abode, it existed above that which was mundane whilst letting her new followers know she was still with them. Admittedly this was more a side effect of her choice of location, but all the same she began her work with intense fervor. Her hands wound about the weave of time-space as she stood in the central room of this shrine, her power stretching out across the land and working to help shape, stabilize, and give time-space in this remnant of creation a proper consistency. 

Past. Present. Future. She would work to keep them all laid out in a clear, orderly fashion, and seek to observe them in her quest to manipulate and bring order to it. 'Layers' of the past, memories engraved into the land of all things before, would be set in their proper places, the present would be more clearly defined, and the future would be open and uncluttered. Space would be stable and stilled, rather than remain in that constant state of flux. She would master it, she would retain it, and she would embrace it all within herself. Such was necessary, and so it would be done. 

[quote=An Anonymous Poem About Arira, circa ????][i]"Wind back, oh back, oh hands of time,

And forward, and forward, and forward we'll climb,

Flow, oh flow, oh flow, let the flow be smooth and so settle,

Yea unfold, unfold, unfold, like Arira's grace-

-as a flower's petal."[/i][/quote]

[hider=Summary]

Arira went about to help try to revitalize the land some, but between the effects of atmospheric change and encounters with Paratiti's storm she basically only helped placed the 'seeds' and roots for a stable new cycle of life and death upon a good amount of the landmass (but not all of it). More so she ran into a problem that worried her more, aka unstable flows of space-time around the remnant of creation. Deciding this, as it would affect cycles and so forth, was important to fix...she has created a floating shrine at her paradise, sitting high above the temple-fortress in the air. Not sure if I need to make an MA tab for that, mostly was just a quick thing she made to give her a centralized spot to work from. 

But basically she'll be working for a few posts on stabilizing and mastering space-time to the benefit of this Remnant of Creation in the long-run and to better assist in securing its overall stability. Mostly just wanted to establish that in this post so further ones can further flesh out her work and stories/thing occurring along the way in the future can occur. :3

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