[center][h2][color=FFE4E1]Arira - Goddess of Cycles[/color][/h2]

[h3]What Is A Land, But Soil And Sweet Sorrows?[/h3]

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The land. The seasons. The cycles, all so broken or absent or incomplete. It tore at her ever so, eternally crying to her for relief. It was night maddening all the same, no matter what work she'd done with the technical and lovely I'Iro, no matter that she'd made her embassy upon Mount Divinus, no matter the help Algrim had been and his kind face, and no matter the myriad times she'd gone back to teach the mortals thus far and continued to educate them and give them guidance. Pain. Continuing pain rippled ever throughout her mind and wracked her body more and more so the longer things went unchecked and unfixed, and there had to be something to do. Her paradise offered only so much solace to somewhat reduce the pains for a moment, a minute place of balance that brought her some relief but far from enough.

"Oh goddess, your visage is most auspicious to this day!"

"Oh blessed Arira, thine countenance is as a lovely morning beam or gentle breeze"

"Oh great one, let thine eyes watch upon our children, that they may grow hearty and strong in thine sight!"

Even the humans showered her with praises, and before them and so many others she kept up her smiling face. Before them she maintained that lovely visage of a goddess, serene and yet more than potent nonetheless. Already it seemed the goods of her paradise were having some effect, with the children that were being born being more vibrant and lovely than the generation prior by some amount. Yes. In due time these humans would be reshaped simply by the intake of the fruit of her divinely-appointed land. It would be some generations yet, but even so it was something significant in her eyes. A fruit of hope to come. 

...Yet the pain. The [b]pain[/b] she bore was great still, despite it all. But there was something she had realized could be done. Something great, yet which would make her burden easier. If her paradise was a framework for what stable cycles and so forth were, then a greater expanse, lesser much so than her divine paradise, would provide a framework as the cycles of the world were stabilized. A zone that could serve as a general blueprint, a pillar, even a marker to work from and base things on in some respect or another. 

A land that bore the fruits of stability, from which she could work to stretch those fruits of stable cycles to the rest of the world. Yes! It was a brilliant idea, though she wished the Goddess of Dreams had been here to discuss it with at this time. Alas. It made her heart pang...or perhaps she was inheriting her parent's dramatic anecdotes. Considering how Chakravarti was, they had perhaps made many another deity bonded to them with closer ties...or had annoyed them into submission with all the subtlety of a thirsty, giant, rampaging beast blitzing toward the nearest pool of water to get a life-sustaining drink. 

Even so, it would take much for her to make this work. Other deities had laid certain groundworks, and now she would borrow some of that with her power to make this region right. Whatever races were upon the land would be ministered to by her grace in the days and weeks and such thereafter, organizing them in a general sense so they could live better lives. Of course conflict and so forth was inevitable at some point, but an initial peace from which to build and grow and find rest was at least a start to bettering this shard of creation that floated about the void. It had to be. 

So it was that the goddess Arira departed her paradise, her promise to return eventually the same as ever, but this day her mission was something greater than she'd done before this point.

She rose above the land far and wide, moving southeast from her paradise and the great mountains that entirely hid it round-about. Wind whipped past as she flew, propelled by the might of divinity only some ways before she stood high and far above in the air. And yet...

...Below her the land far, far below was charred by apocalypse. Destruction wrought, instability ever-present, demons ever-wandering, the skies ever-tumultuous and inmabalnced, and races that for all she knew would be changed by the power that would soon enter this area. It made her slightly grimace in sorrow at it all, even wince as her pains flared up once more with vigor, though soon she began to take deep breaths. In and out. In and out. 

Gently the goddess raised her arms with open palms facing upward, her eyes remaining closed as she envisioned and focused her energies and power outward. The minute seeds of what she'd laid some time ago, right after her birth, began to respond to her touch and in spirit reached out for her like an infant to its parent. Then the apocalyptic chaos seemed to begin to slow, as even demons looked up upon her with raised eyes and roars and so forth. 

Her hands began to tremble slightly, as if a great weight was being placed upon her more so, her own aches and the groaning of the world wearing on her far more as she built up greater and greater energies to exert, pushing herself more and more and more as she prepared an almighty action that would take root upon this world. 

[i][color=FFE4E1]"...L-Little brother, I dearly hope you can bear witness to this."[/color][/i] 

The fair-skinned goddess whispered under her breath, almost akin to a mortal's prayer, and yet right after her eyes would shoot open once more. Her teeth would grit, her brows would furrow greatly, and swiftly she turned her palms down and swung her arms down as she dropped her great power upon the landscape below. As she did so, she did so with a thunderous cry that would shake the skies, one that would reverberate and echo throughout the skies of the rest of the world like a mighty thunderclap or a lion's great roar! 

And so from her being would drop a great, shining ball of light. It was the most blazing and bright white light, incandescent and ethereal, radiant yet utterly blinding in its sheer divine luminescence. It dropped down slow at first, and yet accelerated quickly to become like a great meteor....no. It was a brilliant fallen star from the highest of the heavens had fallen from the skies, shooting faster and faster down toward the devastated section of world far below. It was a sight like none other. 

By the time it reached the ground the great ball of light crashed with an almighty force beyond any mortal comprehension, erupting into a supervolcanic-scale pillar of light that eclipsed the lights of the void and beyond! It too began to rapidly spread in all directions from its point of impact, spreading out like the water of a shattered dam as it roared like a wall of thunder down and outward onto all else about it.  

The region itself trembled and shook in awe, all as the effect spread faster than most eyes could perceive, and any divinity worth their salt would be able to feel the ripples of divine power as it rapidly consumed the land and sky.

...And yet in the blink of an eye, one which seemed to all within like an eternity in the span of a moment, it was done. 

Vast plains rustled as their rugged wild grasses and golden wild wheats rippled like an ocean before a gentle breeze. Were one to look from a high enough point, it would all seem to stretch out almost forever.

Great and verdant forests of various sorts and heights and kinds stretched out upon the landscape, all brimming with the sound of songbirds or otherwise bustling with the calls and sounds of new life running about. 

Hills rose and fell with deep greens and lovely hues upon them, rolling about without a care upon this particular area of landscape covered more so in Cordgrass. Even the hardy Cardinal Bushes had found places to take root on a rare few of these hills, and even upon a few places about the rocky crags within the lower areas of the mountains surrounding the Ariran Paradise (among other bushes and hardy things in the mountains). 

Along the ocean coasts there were sprawling beaches, covered in innumerable sands that seemed to gently accept the ebb and flow of the ocean tide. Small crustaceans skittered about upon them, whilst small saltwater fishes fed in rare rock-sheltered shallows and pools near the rejuvenated shores. Even seaside cliffs where the land had risen higher, and the salty smell of the sea breeze seemed to only compliment the tropical trees and fruits and nuts that grew on and close to these beaches.  

And so the region about the Ariran Paradise has become something far more, far more than the few residents it had left could have imagined in their wildest dreams. Life was vibrant, and stability was asserted there in a way the rest of the world had yet to see. It was a miracle among miracles, though whilst its plenty and so forth was great it paled in comparison to the far smaller paradise its saving goddess has already built. 

If one went high up enough in the atmosphere, if one went far enough away by land, and so forth, the apocalypse that gripped the rest of the world in some fashion or another was very much still present. The land in this region had been saved, but...it was far from a stable and saved world overall. 

But even so it stood, stood proudly as an example of what was feasibly possible to be for the rest of this shard of creation. In other words, not only rebirth...but also:

[color=FFE4E1][b][u][i]Hope[/i][/u][/b][/color].

[hider=Summary]

After setting up her embassy on Mount Divinus, Arira, despite being in a constant pain as the unstable world cries out to her from balance, decided to create a more stable spot in the form of the region round about the Ariran Paradise and out toward the coast. This would be able to act as a blueprint for later stabilization of the rest of the Shard of Creation, as well as make things better in the area's inhabitants at least, but on the side would create a space that makes her pains a little easier to bear at this point in time moving forward. 

She flew over, high up in the air, using her powers as a goddess. From here she gathered up a great amount of her power, before unleashing them in a fantastic display of power on the region of the world she was targeting below. Whilst it created an idyllic layout of terrain and so forth, it is still distanced a good bit from the divine 'true paradise' she created around her birthplace (the Ariran Paradise). Likewise this act is far from fixing the rest of the world's problems by far, and took a lot out of her for the moment to do given her current status. 

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[hider=MA Summary]

Arira created a thriving region around where the Ariran Paradise is, terraforming the land and creating a stable airspace about it all the way to the coast of said region. Aside from wild beasts, and some stuff like cordgrass incorporated in some spots, it is a stable and proper ecosphere that could very much serve as a blueprint of sorts for the deities of the world to help them stabilize the rest of the world.

The only inhabitants beyond wild beasts and so forth naturally there now would [b]most likely[/b] be stuff like: 

1. The minute amount of remaining but likely weakened demons not 'entirely' shredded by Arira's massive use of divine power on the land, which weakened demons themselves wouldn't be enough to destroy these lands she fixed here

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2. Any mortal survivors (human or otherwise I left it open for) that lived in this once apocalyptic region. 

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