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[color=c4df9b][h1]Uwné[/h1][/color][/center]

It had to be a strange sight. There he sat. An old man bathing his feet in a gentle, crystal clear stream and basking in the light of the Su’une like one of his apparent age would do. Enjoying the soft afternoon breeze and the smell of the various flowers. And all around him was everything that would disrupt that peaceful image: men and women clad in plate armor forged by Uwné himself. Further out archers that would shoot down anything that would come close. Not that it was necessary. Only a god could destroy another god. And no matter how hard a mortal fought, no matter how many sacrificed themselves, they couldn’t even delay a god. Not really.

Yet they still stood around him. All for the illusion of safety and security. He didn’t mind it all that much really. By now he was used to them. He carefully picked a daisy and looked at the little flower. Sure, it was a simple and common flower, but still beautiful. As all flowers should be. Maybe he would take this one with him and plant it in its ancestral pot. Maybe he would tinker with it a little like he had done before. Crafting could be capable but Uwné always felt like the ultimate goal of crafting and creation was to create beauty and honor it.

Yet even peace and beautiful things could change in an instant. For something was coming, the rush of wind and a small pop filled his ears. A shadow darkened the light of the Su'une and what swiftly followed was the sound of a boom, reverbating the very air and sending all into chaos like a switch. Birds and beasts ran while those who could not fight cowered. He could see now what was coming… No… What was falling from the sky! A black, dread thing!

The Cainites turned their attention towards the monster while Uwné got up with the help of his cane. The archers moved around him. “Sir, we should move.” One of them, commander Tolaen, said as he took Uwné’s shoulder. Though the god didn’t seem willing to move. “I think that’s a drakhorey. It’s not safe.” The commander insisted. Meanwhile the archers released their first volley. The god kept staring at the creature with pure fascination.

It grew closer still and the enormity of the thing became apparent. Arrows that bounced off black scales, twisted horns and a terrible visage, yet… It simply fell in a lopsided manner, making no attempts to correct itself. It became apparent the thing was dead or dying and that it would crash into the earth downstream, almost on top of them. 

The earth shook. All the mortals had to catch their bearings. The Cainites did their best to move as fast as they could. Something was wrong. Something had killed a drakhorey in the air. They had their blade-spears ready to strike. The archers were already nocking their second volley. “Wait!” Uwné exclaimed, raising his arms. There was a tense moment. The drakhorey didn’t move. [color=c4df9b] “Don’t you smell that?”[/color] He then asked. A few of the Cainites looked around and some of the archers sniffed the air. “Gooseberries?” One asked. “No… rosewater.” Then another said: “That’s lavender.” It was all of those things and none of them. It was wonderful and intoxicating and impossible and laced with divinity. The moment he smelled that his heart skipped for a second.

There was silence beside the pleasant smells, wafting above the smell of the blood that trickled from the drakhorey’s mouth. Then came a terrible sound, like bones cracking. The beast’s chest, which faced them, began to heave and then press outward, before the sound of a mighty tear echoed over them, and from that tear gushed blood and viscera, and then… A slender bloody hand, followed by another. They tore open the tear and from it emerged a startling scene. The figure took two steps forward, almost falling to their knees before gaining their balance to stand tall. It was a pale naked woman, covered in blood. A terrible, yet beautiful contrast. She looked upon them and they looked upon her and she smiled pearly whites.

She pushed her hair that dripped with crimson aside and spoke with a voice like silky satin, dripping with desire. [color=thistle]”Apologies if I crushed anything. Once inside, they don’t tend to stay still.”[/color]

Out of instinct the men stepped back. Yet their eyes were glued upon the gore-covered woman. Something sparked within their minds and Uwné knew that in the days to come some esoteric force would compel them to write, sing, paint or sculpt something. What they instinctively sensed, Uwné saw and understood. How could he not. For the longest time he thought it was nothing more than an ethereal force. One even worse understood than magic.

Of course, he knew about the existence of Wyn from Thallin and I’Iro. But none of their descriptions did her justice. She wasn’t just beauty. She was – to the crafters and creators of the world – inspiration given shape. The muse manifested. That which they would forever chase in their lives.

The mortals that stood in a half-circle around her couldn’t tear their eyes away from her. Not even the women could. All of them were enthralled. Uwné, meanwhile, stumbled forward. With one hand he grabbed some fabric of his own mantle. It tore cleanly from the garment and in his hand it transformed in the most absorbent wool fabric cloth there was upon the Shard. His face betrayed just how awestruck he was to finally see her, as he wordlessly offered her the large piece of cloth.

Wyn looked upon him with her violet eyes, her expression one of curiosity. She tilted her head as she took the cloth, brushing a hand against his. She smiled again. [Color=thistle]"Why thank you. You are kind, my lord. Not many offer help so readily."[/color] She then began to wipe her face.

[color=c4df9b]”That surprises me.” [/color] Uwné said as he tried not to feel like a lovestruck mortal. [color=c4df9b]”It should be a sin to fail offering you aid.”[/color] For a moment he shook off the state of awe and realized that he had not introduced himself. [color=c4df9b]”My name is Uwné. God of Crafting. And you must Wyn, goddess of beauty.”[/color]

Wyn giggled as she wiped her arms. [color=thistle]”How sweet of you, lord Uwné. To compliment one so dirty as I.”[/color] Wyn mused as she looked upon the crafting god and then gave a wink. She moved down to her torso, still maintaining eye contact. [color=thistle]”It seems my reputation precedes me, even if I wished such a meeting could have been in better circumstances. And not so messy. I apologize, again, for such an intrusion upon your lands. It was not my intent to bring about any unnecessary additions. Still, how nice to meet your acquaintance. I have heard a great deal about you in my travels, lord Uwné.”[/color]

[color=c4df9b]“All good things I hope.”[/color] He jested, though he sincerely hoped that she only heard good things of him. As he watched her clean herself he realized just how inadequate the cloth was. A goddess of such beauty deserved to have rivers redirected just so she could take a bath. Sadly, that was not something Uwné could do at the time. So he would offer her the next best thing: [color=c4df9b]“If I may be so bold, my lady. Perhaps you would wish to take a bath? The bath houses of New Tellur are really quite nice. Nothing worthy of your beauty, of course but they are the best I can offer at the time.”[/color]

[color=thistle]”Only ever the best, your works are legendary to the mortal races.”[/color] Wyn confessed. Her attention fell upon the cloth, now stained red. She had gotten herself somewhat clean but red still lingered upon her delicate skin. [color=thistle]”A bath would be quite nice.”[/color] she finally said, [color=thistle]”But I would not want to impose upon you, after what I’ve done.”[/color]

[color=c4df9b]“You would be gracing me, my lady.”[/color] Uwné said. To that, Wyn relented with a modest smile. 

[hr]

So together they went back towards New Tellur. The city was relatively close and the coach ride was pleasant enough. Though the god of crafting kept worrying that the roads might be too bumpy for the breathtaking Wyn, who gave comments here and there and asked questions. Meanwhile, with every minute Unwé remained beside her he grew more and more infatuated with her.

Eventually the coach and its escort stopped at a tall, beautiful white-marbled hall. Uwné offered his hand towards the goddess to help step out in front of the stairs, which she elegantly took. The stairs themselves were covered by a deep-sea blue carpet leading towards the large arched hallway. Beside the stairs stood two gigantic statues of maidens each carrying a large amphora from which an endless stream of water flowed. Wyn took it all in with a curious eye, her gaze often pausing on the statues.

Unwé guided her up the twenty or so stairs and into the entryway. Which was bathed in light from a skylight above. The floor was pleasant and heated for the comfort of the mortals that came here to bathe. As the two divines walked, there was a bustle of activity around them, as mortal stewards and bath maidens were rushing about in a mad dash to prepare all the possible baths for her Divinity.

As they came to a stop before another set of doors, Uwné turned towards Wyn and said: [color=c4df9b]“Please, if there is anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable do tell me. Anything at all. You can ask for any food from all four corners of the Shard or any dress no matter how impossible it would be to make.”[/color] At the same time several bath maidens – the most beautiful ones of course – had already gathered in a half-circle behind Wyn. Ready to serve her in any way she would desire.

Wyn purred, [color=thistle]"Your hospitality is most welcoming my lord. It is welcome relief in a fledgling world still beset by ugly horrors. I feel most at home here already and I have barely just arrived. My thanks to you and these lovely servants who will dote upon me."[/color] she began to turn, but stopped with a solemn sigh and turned to him, taking his hands and intertwining their fingers. She looked at him with large eyes. [color=thistle]"But I am ashamed I must admit that I am without clothes here. If it wouldn't be too much of a bother for you dear Unwé, I would not be opposed to wearing something of your make. I heard your crafts are truly inspiring but oh, I hope I do not ask too much of you. I already feel like a burden."[/color] she pouted.

His eyes were fixed upon all that was Wyn as she asked him for clothes. He wasn’t sure he had a heart, but it was raging in his chest as she touched him. When she asked for a dress, in a blink of an eye every dress in the Golden Gallery would be inadequate. The vast wardrobe of dresses he made for future queens and princesses that filled entire chambers of his palace might as well have faded into ash. Nothing would be enough and he knew it.

Gently he lifted her entwined hand and softly kissed the back of hers. [color=c4df9b]”You could never burden me.”[/color] [i]My love.[/i] He desperately wanted to speak the only part he thought. He wanted to confess his love for her. But not now. How could he? He was wholly insufficient compared to her. [color=c4df9b]”When the waters release you, a dress will be waiting.”[/color]

[Color=thistle]"Truly, I have never met another God as kind as you."[/color] Wyn stated, [color=thistle]"I shall look forward to wearing your craft as this grime is washed away. Thank you, again, my lord."[/color] she then slipped through his fingers, not before lingering on the thr last few, before letting go completely. She winked at him and walked away.

It physically hurt to let her hand go as she was guided towards the baths. Then he waited, counting the grains of time until she was certainly three doors away and hopefully distracted by the pleasures of the bathhouse. [color=c4df9b]”A loom!”[/color] He bellowed. [color=c4df9b]”A loom and spindles! [/color] Everyone, even the Cainites, were shocked at the sudden outburst. In all of history, the god of crafting had never expressed such urgency. Furniture and wood tore itself apart and reformed to create the tools of the master weaver. The fabric of everyone present unraveled on its own. Right there and then, in the middle of the entrance of New Tellur’s bathhouse, he started weaving and spinning like a madman. Jewelry fell from the necks and fingers of mortals on their own accord, melted on the ground and flowed like water towards the god. Furs packed upon carts that were carried into the city suddenly fought against their binds. As if some necromantic force gave them new life. Those furs – once free - ran like the wolves, beavers and foxes they once were through the city. All of it threw itself before Uwné, ready to be crafted.

It took great effort from the god but he was done soon enough. The [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/3a/2e/6a3a2e638cef90e385c3e1bb40e21a32.jpg]dress[/url] approached the worthiness of the goddess of beauty. Or so he hoped. Though it gave him an idea. Already her presence was giving him inspiration. How delightful that felt! Carefully the mortals carried away the dress with all its pieces to place upon the mannequin for Wyn. Meanwhile Uwnés tools and devices faded to dust that was carried away by a gentle yet unnatural wind. All he could do now was wait for her return and hope.

It was but several hours later before Wyn finally returned, striding through the doors standing tall, proud and radiant. Flanking her and walking in sync were the bath maidens, now pale beauties in the goddesses image, still paling in comparison however. Indeed the women now had defined Wynnite traits. White hair, snow white and fair skin, unblemished complexions and of modest bust and heights. They of course were not all identical to one another, but with little differences only one who scrutinized could see. 

When Wyn saw the crafting god and what hung next to him, she burst out into a giddy smile and walked over to him. [color=thistle]”I must say, that was delightful darling. Who knew that I had been missing so much of mortal development out in the wilds facing teeth and claw. What a joy it was to be bathed and relaxed. Though I will admit, touching my divinity did not come without a price.”[/color] she gestured back to the maidens, who were standing at attention behind them. [color=thistle]”My beauty may have rubbed off on them, but none made a fuss. In fact, I think it’s a rather satisfying look, don’t you think?”[/color] she smirked then eyed the dress. [color=thistle]”Oooo, and what’s this pretty thing?”[/color]

[color=c4df9b]”They look beautiful, though not as stunning as you.”[/color] Uwné said as he gave the mortal bath maidens only a glance before he returned to look at Wyn and her alone. [color=c4df9b]”My gift to you. A dress worthy of a goddess such as you.”[/color] He let her examine the dress for a moment before he braved his question. [color=c4df9b]”If I may be so bold, Wyn. I have heard of your hunt for the drakhorey. Truly, none of them can stand against one such as you, but you shouldn’t suffer filth and grime for it. I would make you a dress. One more beautiful than this one that could protect you from more than just filth.”[/color] And now came the careful lie. [color=c4df9b]”But to make such a dress… it would take some time. At least a few days. Perhaps you could stay and taste some more of the pleasures of mortal development? Surely the beasts would not suddenly vanish.”[/color]

Wyn’s eyes flashed with joy and she grabbed Uwné’s hand’s again. [color=thistle]”Oh I would love too! The great hunt can wait a few days at least, I’m sure they’ll begin to scamper out of these countries when they’ve heard I have arrived. That seems like a fair start…”[/color] She then let go and moved her hands to touch the dress. [color=thistle]”Come ladies, I need this dress on.”[/color] she commanded and at once, the bath maidens rushed to her side and the delicate process of putting on a divine’s dress commenced right before everyone’s eyes. 

[hr]

The following days Wyn spent her time lounging and enjoying the pleasures of civilized life. With Uwné never far from her side. Arm in arm he led her through the inner city arbors and parks showing her the variety of exotic plants there, much to her delight. In the plazas and busy streets she was the envy of every woman, who she paid little heed to. At the palace he offered her gift after gift after gift. Each one more beautiful and more lavish than the next. He offered her a bracelet in the shape of a drakhorey with ruby eyes, a white-gold necklace woven with exonite with a rubified drakhorey eye at the center and a set of fine but lethal silvery claws making the killing of any abhorrent beasts much easier.

In those days Uwné rarely left the goddess’ side. He poured her wine and offered her figs, strawberries and dates as they laid in the su’unarium, become friendly with one another. Dinner consisted of at least fifty courses every evening. It was in those days that Uwné fell more and more for the goddess of beauty. With every smile and delicate laugh he sunk deeper and deeper. There were very few moments in those days that they were separate, but when they were the god of crafting felt an endless yearning that seemingly nothing could fill.

One day he knew he could not delay it any longer. Wyn was his muse, and like all muses her presence would be fleeting. It was better to see her off with one last gift than find her chambers empty someday. At dawn he had passed a message to her servants asking her to meet him in the eastern parlor. Where he now waited for her nervously, with a small box in his hand, in the shadow as the su’une slowly rose. 

Next to him floated the dress he had made for her. It was an impossible piece of silken lace and linen chiffon fabric. Soft animal fur covered the shoulders, giving the dress still a ferocious look. Finally, silvery beads ran all along the dress. From the shoulders down to the tights. Each bead was personally engraved and enchanted by Uwné. The dress would never bear filth or gore. A thin shield of pure magic would protect whoever wore it at all times. Above all else no other god could make a dress that could even come close to its quality. Next to the floating dress laid a crown upon a red, velvet cushion. The white-gold and exonite were impossibly entwined within the piece. As if he had woven the metal rather than beaten and forged it into shape. The hundreds of metallic threads that wove themselves together held a large, white, shimmering diamond at the fore. 

Wyn eventually arrived, fashionably late as always, wearing the same first dress he had given her at the baths. She let her hair down today and was followed by many more pale imitations of her, for where Wyn went her beauty washed away the forms of those in her service to reflect what she wanted in them. They stopped upon the threshold, giving the two gods a wide berth as Wyn approached. Her gaze immediately fell upon the legal dress at her side and a look of hunger fell across her features. Without saying a word to Unwé she went before it and gingerly touched the cloth. 

Eventually the beauty goddess spoke in a misty voice, [color=thistle]"You've outdone yourself this time, my lord. Such a dress for me? I almost feel I am not worthy of such a thing."[/color]

Uwné offered her a meek smile. [color=c4df9b]”I doubt there is anything in this world that you are not worthy of, my muse.”[/color] He said as he walked towards the pillow upon which the woven metal crown rested strategically in the shadows. He carefully took it and walked back into the dawnlight where the dress and Wyn stood. The second the rays of the su’une hit the white diamond the light diffracted. The colorful light didn't shine everywhere like beams, instead it flowed leisurely. Like water suspended in the air. [color=c4df9b]”I would offer you this as well. A crown...befitting a goddess… and a queen.”[/color] He said as he extended the crown towards the goddess of beauty.

Wyn's eyes widened at the display and eagerly she took the crown within her hands and looked upon it with marvelous joy. She then looked to Unwé then to the crown then back to him. [Color=thistle]"It's magnificent, truly a work unrivaled. But… A Queen? Me? My lord…"[/color] she whispered.

The god of crafting slowly dropped to one knee and revealed the tiny box. It was carved entirely from a single piece of guardian tree and engraved with images of love and caring. He opened it, and upon a soft, black pillow laid a ring of adamantite. On it were six figures, each inspired by the beautiful perfection of the wynnites, which were entwined with each other and held a gem down on the ring. The gem itself first looked like a diamond containing the purest white. Then the colors slowly shifted and bled from that pureness and began to float in the gem as pink, purple, blue, green, red and all the other colors. After a while, the colors coalesced back into that pure, perfect white. It was a gem that couldn’t naturally exist. It was a creation of Uwné itself and it was literally unique.

She had inspired such work. As his muse her mere smile had driven him to the furthest reaches of the crafting arts. Now he was on his knee, nervous. [color=c4df9b]”Wyn… goddess of beauty. Will you marry me?”[/color] The question was genuine but laced with the desperation of an artist begging his muse to stay. A fool's errand. She would say no. He had already resigned himself to that fate. Yet he had to do it. As an artisan – no, as the patron of all artisans – he had to court the goddess of muses!

Wyn gasped, covering her mouth with a free hand as she looked down upon the great craftsmen and his ringed proposal. [Color=thistle]"Oh Uwné! It's… Beautiful. I accept!"[/color] The Goddess out stretched her hand and awaited for him to put it upon her fingers. Gently Uwné took her hand and slowly slid the ring around her elegant ring finger. It fitted perfectly. Despite the fact that he never paused or stopped of shock, he was still barely believing reality. The goddess of beauty, his very own muse, decided to marry him! Still with her hand in his, he rose up, gently caressed her cheek with his other hand, looked into her silvery grey eyes and inched closer to kiss her.

Before he even neared her a finger stopped him from coming closer, as Wyn placed it before his lips. She smiled innocently, [color=thistle]"I accept… But I do have some conditions I'd like you to hear before we fully commit to one another. Nothing reality shattering by any means my love, I just wish to be honest with you."[/color] her finger fell away from his lips and moved to caress his cheek. [Color=thistle]"Firstly, I shall be your one and only. No consorts. No concubines. Only me and us. The same goes for myself, for I find it would be rather exhausting to have a second or third husband or wife. We will strive for better. Secondly, I will bare you no children, Uwné. I have seen both the good and the bad of what two gods bring forth by copulating. I do not wish the ugly by chancing for the good. You understand? Thirdly, I need time alone out in the world to finish off the Drakhorey threat and any other unforeseen things. In three hundred years, we shall be wed. During the internment period I will not except you to be faithful to me nor should you, I. But when we exchange our vows I shall think of none but you, ever again. And lastly,"[/color] her hand moved to his beard. [Color=thistle]"I am the goddess of beauty, you are the God of crafting. Both of us gods, yet, a question has lingered on my mind since I came here. We can look like any we desire but why do you chose such an old, frail man? It does not suite you, my love. You, a lord, a giver, a craftsmen… I wish to see your true potential unlocked, one that all can look upon and know you for what you truly are- A king!"[/color] her hand fell down to his own and she searched for his grip. [Color=thistle]"If I ask too much of you, forgive me and I will return this ring to your care."[/color]

[color=c4df9b]“No! No. You could never ask too much of me, my love.”[/color] He said as he took her hand, and held his other hand over the ring. He wasn’t a violent god. Even in the apocalypse he barely lifted a sword. But whoever dared remove that ring would experience his wrath. [color=c4df9b]“As for my appearance, I-“[/color] He stopped himself from speaking the lie he told everyone. God and mortal alike. [color=c4df9b]“It is a façade. I claimed this form pretending to be humble but in truth I did not want the mortals to fear me. You have seen our brethren, so surely you understand. But you are right. This form is not worthy of your beauty. I will perfect it, I promise you. On the day of our wedding I will show you my true form.”[/color] In all of its beauty and might. He hadn’t released his form of creation since he met Exo and he did not intend to unleash it again for quite some time. Yet for her he would bare himself.

Slowly he raised her hand to his lips and he kissed the back of it gently. [color=c4df9b]“I agree with all your conditions.”[/color] He gave her a melancholic smile. [color=c4df9b]“I know you may think of others in the next three hundred years and I can live with that. Just know that you will forever be on my mind. No matter if you are right beside me or on the other side of this Shard. I will always love you.”[/color] Then he released her hand and took a step back. Tears began to pool in his eyes. [color=c4df9b]“I’ve kept you too long already. Beauty should not be confined within walls. Not even by palace walls like these.”[/color]

Wyn took a step forward. [Color=thistle]"I am happy you have accepted my proposals but come now, do not cry beloved."[/color] she cupped her hands across his face. [Color=thistle]"I shall visit you every fifty years as a promise. Anything more shall be a blessing and upon the three hundredth year, we shall wed."[/color] Wyn smiled, drawing in close. [Color=thistle]"I understand this form and you are kind to the mortals for wearing it but make no mistake my love, there will come a time when they forget just how powerful a God is. Do not be afraid to show them."[/color] she drew a breath, lowering her voice to but a whisper. [Color=thistle]"You've been so kind to me these past few days. Showering me with attention and gifts, what more can a goddess ask for? But I think it's time for your own gifts, yes?"[/color] she finished in a murmur, biting her lip before going in for a kiss.

[hr]

Uwné saw off win until she passed through the city gates into the wider world again. After that he tore his gaze away. There was only three hundred years to prepare for a marriage that would shape the world. Would the palace be large enough? No, no of course not! He’d have to expand the feast into the city itself! No, no that’s preposterous. Everyone of note in the whole world would be invited. Not even New Tellur would be able to host them all. A new place would have to be constructed! Somewhere special! There was only one option. No city in existence, not even the city of the gods, would be enough. He would design the site of their marriage himself. A new city with only a singular purpose!

There were other matters as well. What he offered Wyn now was only an engagement ring. The ring he’d give her upon the wedding would have to be leagues beyond it! And her dress, of course he would have to make her a dress. One even more intricate than the ones he gave her now. The fibers would yet have to be made. He already knew he’d agonize over every strand. The jewels couldn’t just come from the Shard either. Not even those from the underworld would be enough. Teams of explorers would have to be sent out retrieving the rarest of games. He would fuse them together to make something truly unique again. And the courses. The food would have to be sourced from every layer known.

Uwné, for the first time in fifteen decades, retreated into his palace and closed the doors behind him. The mortals were well taken care of by their own kin. He had made sure of that. The next few years he would have to work on his wedding. Three hundred years was by far too little.

[hider=Summary]Uwné is enjoying a pleasant stroll into the wilds escorted by his guard when suddenly a massive, malevolent beast plummets from the skies. The guards recognize it as a darkhorey and get ready to fight for their god (even though it’s not really necessary). Uwné for his part was quick to sense something off and realized there was more to the scene. Then Wyn appears, bursting from the insides of the drakhorey in all her gore-drenched beauty. The god of crafting is instantly stricken by her and offers her a large piece of cloth that would absorb all the blood. He asks if she would take a bath in the bath house of New Tellur and she graciously accepts.

At the bath house Wyn is escorted away by mortals to enjoy the pleasures of civilization. Calm, collected Uwné becomes a madman and transforms local furniture into workshop tools. Gold, fabric and fur come to him in an effort to make a dress worthy of Wyn. Like a man possessed he finishes the job.

Wyn returns to him with her attendants, who have turned into wynnites due to their proximity to the goddess. She spots the dress and is immediately happy with it. Again Uwné is bold and asks her to stay for a few days so he can make her a dress that is even better and would help her fight the drakhorey. Again she accepts. For days she enjoys the civilized pleasures of New Tellur while Uwné showers her with gifts and trinkets. For days on end he secretly doesn’t want her to leave. Though he knows that a muse can be fickle, and vanish from one moment to the other.

Eventually he offers her the promised dress. Together with a crown that lets diffracted light flow like it is water and a question: would she want to be his queen? To his total surprise she accepts, though under a few conditions: before the marriage they can still ‘see other people’ but after the wedding they would be exclusive, she would not give him children and she will only marry him in 300 years. She then also asks why he uses the form of an old, frail man.

Uwné agrees to all these demands without a moment's notice and explains that the form is to not scare the mortals away. A mortal looking man is much less threatening than a god made of the stuff of stars.

Happy with the agreement, Wyn kisses Uwné.

After she leaves the god of crafting begins preparations for a wedding that would overshadow all other weddings ever.[/hider]