[center][h1][color=darkgray]Moren[/color][/h1][/center]
[right]Interactions: [@Necrodancer], [@Cyclone][/right][hr][hr]

There was a gradual, persistent, cumulative [i]gathering[/i] of being. From the grains of sand beneath, the still void-sea in the vicinity, and the heavens above, an essence of the darkest abyss seeped into the deity’s form. Then, she simply [i]was.[/i]

Moren came to with the knowledge that she was a goddess, complete and fulfilled in her body and purpose despite the lacking memories. She explored her surroundings, lifting a palm full of sand only to watch it fall with a sparkle, floating to the sea and landing to dip her toes in the beach’s cold expanse as the water lapped at her toes, turning here and there as she got her fill of observing. 

Everything was dark, formless, ever-shifting – [i]lacking.[/i] Yet, there was an undeniable beauty in it. It was a transitory state, one that could not be preserved, the shifting between one and the next, old and new. Moren committed the sight to memory; she wished to preserve a part of it, if remade in her own image, for she knew that nothing could stay as it was. Not forever. 

Yet, there were remnants from before, or at least that’s what she thought they were. The goddess flew to them, examining them one by one. In the end, she selected the crystalline shard of pure darkness, which called out to her the most. She held it, turned it round and round in her palm, then stored it into the fabric of her clothes, fashioning a small pouch as she did so.

All around her, the other beings were already leaving their mark. 

She felt that she was witnessing the end of something unknowable as a new beginning burgeoned, beckoning the freshly arisen gods. Was it that the world itself wished to be made, or was the gods’ own desire reflected back at them?

The mist curled around her, and she extended a palm to it, letting it wreathe her form, hazy wisps of shadows dancing around her. In one direction, there was a shape which did not want to be seen, for when looked at directly, it disappeared even from her godly sight. Most curious.

Then, there was [i]the watching one.[/i] Was it the same, related to, or disparate from the movement witnessed below, the vibration resounding from deep within? She had no idea, but she did want to find out.

First, though, there was something else to address: that pressure in her chest, the expectation, [i]the urge.[/i]

Moren glanced up, at the void-space far above and beyond, the vast expanse stretching between the feeble stars. She pointed up, and at the trail of her index finger, dark and shaded splashes of colour were shot into the night. Deep crimson, rich blue, resplendent purple, pitch black, a green bordering on sable, a near-golden gleaming burnt umber. 

[color=darkgray][i]You will spread, but leave room for the light, and support it.[/i][/color]

Each distant point became a burst of colour, until space and sky gained a hue. She’d given no preference to any, but black dominated, while the other colours were adornments in the shape of snaking trails, scattered dots, abstract patterns so far away they seemed like the occassional splatter. It gave the night sky character, an established presence. She couldn’t do much about the light itself, but at the very least, with the structure her darkness provided, perhaps it could begin to flourish. Or perhaps someone else would do something about that.

She glanced at Sharhush, who had created a model of the world, studying how the changes made by the gods so far affected it. She expected they would be reflected, but in how extensive detail? 

[color=darkgray]“Ashuru,”[/color] she rolled the word on her tongue. Her voice was quiet, melodious, sweet but not overly so. 

Things deserved a name, didn’t they? A name to be born by, to die by. [color=darkgray]“I acknowledge it.”[/color] Ashuru was a name as good as any other. If any of the others were inclined to name it, she wouldn’t oppose either, for one thing could be known by several names.

Satisfied at the change she had enacted, Moren drifted to the one who was keen on exploring. [color=darkgray][i]“I shall join you,”[/i][/color] she established a mental link with just that one. An action more instinctive than speaking, she found. [color=darkgray][i]“I, too, wish to uncover the presence – the other – I have sensed a hint of.”[/i][/color]
[hr][b]Actions:[/b]
- Creates 'anchor points' in the night sky/space, providing colour and structure.