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Alechior gave the mortals one last glance, already curious how their little experiment would play out, then lifted off the ground. They rose above the treetops, leaving the group to muddle, wander, learn or set something on fire, whatever fate rolled for them. With a twist of their wrist, they drifted back across the waves toward the first island where mortals had appeared.

Alechior touched down on the forest floor and the moment their feet hit the earth they spotted movement in the underbrush. A small creature emerged, stepping with the kind of confidence only something that tiny and that convinced of its own importance could pull off. Light tan fur, black speckles, round ears and green eyes, the little cat prowled with the self-appointed dignity of a monarch surveying his kingdom. Alechior’s grin tugged wider. “Well now,” they murmured, “look at you. A pocket-sized conqueror!"

They drifted closer, hovering just above the ground as the feline continued his regal wander through the forest. There was curiosity in every step, a whole world reflected in those green eyes. The kind of creature who would walk into the unknown simply because no one told him he couldn’t. A clearly impressive specimen. Quite lucky that no creature tried to eat it yet. 

“You’ve got something,” they said, loud enough and visible now, for the cat to hear/see. “A spark, a stride, a future.” With a flick of their fingers, they let a tiny blessing slip from their hand, gentle enough not to startle the Lord of All Cats. "“There you go, little one. You’ve dodged becoming someone’s lunch by sheer charm so far. Let that luck keep carrying you, but remember this, fear sharpens the thrill. A little danger makes every victory taste sweeter.” they said with a grin as a tiny speck of divine power flowed from them to the Lord of All Cats. A small yellow dot appearing on his back. A sign of being blessed by the Alechior. 

[@Lord Zee]

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Alechior finds a cute cat and noticing how cute he looks, decides to bless it to help it on its way. 
The Lord of All Cats, has been blessed now with luck. If they are to fall from a great height, they'll land on their feet, always. If they are hit, their bodies are more likely to reposition by mistake in a way that the hit doesn't harm anything important but, as everything is a gamble, the blessing has also gave the cat an irrational fear that can trigger randomly, either due to an unexpected sound or movement etc. (In other words, the Lord of All Cats has become more IRL Cat now)
In-Domain Blessing - Lucid - 0 Cost
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Alechior gave the tiny lord a last look, watching the cat’s tail flick with regal confidence as it padded back into the underbrush. “Go on then, Your Furriness,” they said with a chuckle, “rule your little world, chase shadows, nap like it is a sacred art. I expect greatness, or at least a very funny story!”

With a salute and a grin, Alechior rose up in the air. Higher and higher, drifting past the tree line and climbing into the open sky. The world spread out beneath them. Alechior spun once, twice, pointing a finger blindly in one direction, then snapped their arm forward. “That way,” they declared with the satisfaction. Without hesitation, they shot through the air, a streak of shifting color against the blue, ready to see what kind of trouble or entertainment the gamble would bring next.

Alechior slowed their flight as a jagged mountain peak caught their eye. “Why not,” they said, already descending before the thought even finished. Their feet touched down on the cold rock, the wind snapping around them in sharp gusts. They took a deep breath, surveying the ridges and valleys carved into the mountain’s spine. Nothing obvious called to them, no glowing relic or omen, just raw stone. Which, in its own way, was promising.

They let instinct tug them along, eyes flicking over crevices, caves, patches of scraggly vegetation, anything that might suggest something unexpected waiting to be found. They weren’t searching for a particular thing, just the thrill of the unknown, the sense that somewhere on this mountain, a secret sat waiting for the right reckless god to stumble into it.