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As Dirka picked Hayim up, and allowed the large creature to sit onto her shoulder, before walking through the portal that she had made earlier. The seedlings were quick to notice their creator's departure, and proceeded to do the first thing Hayim programmed them for should they be separated - they simply began to walk into the tree that they had been clinging onto, and made their way Akhuz. Relaxed that the seedlings which he had put so much energy into were going to be safe during his absence, Hayim shifted his focus back onto the task at hand - making sure Iva was alright!
The change in temperature was noticed immediately by the young god, who began to shiver. Iva lived in such a cold, barren place! No wonder she needed friends to help warm them up Climbing down from his perch on the God of Magic, Hayim gazed around the library in all it's glory... Or, all the glory of that room. The nearest table was laden with dozens of scrolls and books, the contents of which Hayim would never be able to grasp in his immense lifetime. Of course, the silly books (which, from what Hayim could see, didn't even have pictures!) were the last thing that Hayim cared to think about in the scene before him - instead, all of his attention was on the Human!
When did Iva get a Human friend?! Hayim loved Humans, so this would be a great thing to bond over!
"Dirka, right! And Hayim! I recognize you from the books! Oh wow, I didn't think I'd meet both of you today either!"
As Hayim was about to greet her and request the traditional giving of hugs, the creature grabbed Hayim by the petals and carried him away. Luckily, the presence of the incredibly sharp claws weren't on Hayim's mind - instead, he was reminding of the urgency with which he needed to respond to Iva's sadness!
"Hayim no can talk now Humie - gotta find I-"
As he passed the threshold of the wall, however, Hayim was cut off by the slamming of the wall. Even if he wasn't blocked by the stone structure, however, he still would have stopped speaking around the time he noticed the blood-covered clothing of the human...
Why did she have animal-friend fur covered in blood? Hayim knew that Humans liked to eat Animal-friends, but how many were here to begin with?
Hayim tried to shake the thought, instead focusing on the task at hand.
The slow ascent up the staircase was devoid of any kind of conversation - Unlike the Animal-friends that Hayim usually encountered, this one seemed to lack any desire to express it's emotions. The slow, methodical steps reminded him somewhat of the seedlings, albeit louder, heavier, and much more coordinated - they both had an almost mechanical quality to them, which Hayim had not focused on during the creation process. Still, questioning of the creature's origins were a nonissue, and was mentally taxing on someone so unused to deep thought.
Hayim simply gave up on this line of thinking, allowing himself to instead focus on the intricate pattern of the stone bricks that made up the stairwell. It was a big difference from the wooden huts that littered Akhuz, and it wasn't really a change that Hayim was appreciative of - it seemed cold and barren, lacking the presence of life that Hayim was so accustomed to. Then again, anything would probably be like that for him, considering how he surrounded himself with life nearly every moment of his existence.
Before he knew it, Hayim was before Iva, the faceless god of knowledge. While the appearance was not one that Hayim was especially fond of, he knew that Iva was upset and needed to be comforted. The creature let him down gently upon the coarse grass, and the mere touch alerted Hayim to it's hardy nature - it was rough surviving in this area. Making his way to the god, Iva began to speak.
"Ah! Brother Hayim! Such a pleasure to see you! If you couldn't tell from my message my heart, it aches! My soul it cries! My body shrieks with sadness! Such a tiring, bland realm this is! Oh every day all I see is nothing but endless cold and empty minds."
While the overly dramatic and exaggerated motions would clearly have made others question the validity to the statements that were being made, Hayim was incredibly nervous and shocked to hear this. He had never heard of a god being upset with their realm - he loved his with every facet of his being, and couldn't imagine it being as barren and deserted as Iva's. Hayim seemed not to notice the beauty that was present in the realm, as he was almost entirely uncaring of the inorganic and nonexplicit. Shaking his 'head', he spoke.
"Please no be upset! Hayim... Hayim think it very pretty!"
Iarus once told Hayim that lies could be a good thing - maybe Iva just needed a little white lie to make themselves feel better about their realm? A flower was held out for Hayim to examine.
"Hayim, you are the only one who can cure the sadness. Make me a wonderful forest here. A place where I can frolic through fields of these flowers, admire nature in all of its beauty!"
Leaping to grab the flower from the god's hand Hayim quickly made his way to the edge of the balcony. While he could probably create a few trees on the top of the tower, the last thing he wanted to do was a poor job. The flower itself wouldn't do to well in such a cold environment - in fact, most plants would die after long-term exposure to the cold. Gathering his energy, Hayim gazed out from the balcony of the library, coldly aware of the task set before him. It would probably take almost double the amount of energy it would normally take to create a forest in such a cold environment. Still, it wasn't like he could simply ignore the pleas of a sibling!
Gathering energy, Hayim could already see the outlines of the plants in his mind - short leaves in order to prevent loss of moisture and frost, flowers with cupped heads to maximize the energy they gained from the sun, hairy stems and shrubs being prevalent, and lichens that coated the ground and any surface they could. Of course, there would need to be trees - that was where he started first. The ground cracked and fissured as dozens - no, as hundreds of trees came from the depths., roots anchoring themselves into the frosty, grass-covered ground. With that taken care of, the majority of his work was taken care of. Pines and Firs dominated their ranks, with pockets of different Evergreens added for flavor.
Hayim then began to populate this area full of a collection of smaller plants - unlike the trees, it was a lot harder to control what types appeared when he spawned them in such a large area. Hayim simply had to hope that there weren't too many that were weak to the cold. They were almost entirely dominated by Tulips and Asters, and even with concentrated effort, only a few seemed to match the flower that Iva had given him.
After only 10 minutes of concentrated effort, a forest nearly a mile long was now dominating the once barren area. The grass would likely die off in certain spots, due to the shadows of the larger trees and shrubs, but Hayim did his best to cause as little death as possible. The entire thing took a great deal of energy - while a mile of forest might only have needed a day's rest to recuperate, the cold resistance, necessary precision, and eagerness to make it beautiful meant that it would take nearly six days to return to his full power.
Dropping the flower onto the ground, Hayim shakily made his way to Iva.
"Iva happy now? Hayim work really hard!"
As Dirka picked Hayim up, and allowed the large creature to sit onto her shoulder, before walking through the portal that she had made earlier. The seedlings were quick to notice their creator's departure, and proceeded to do the first thing Hayim programmed them for should they be separated - they simply began to walk into the tree that they had been clinging onto, and made their way Akhuz. Relaxed that the seedlings which he had put so much energy into were going to be safe during his absence, Hayim shifted his focus back onto the task at hand - making sure Iva was alright!
The change in temperature was noticed immediately by the young god, who began to shiver. Iva lived in such a cold, barren place! No wonder she needed friends to help warm them up Climbing down from his perch on the God of Magic, Hayim gazed around the library in all it's glory... Or, all the glory of that room. The nearest table was laden with dozens of scrolls and books, the contents of which Hayim would never be able to grasp in his immense lifetime. Of course, the silly books (which, from what Hayim could see, didn't even have pictures!) were the last thing that Hayim cared to think about in the scene before him - instead, all of his attention was on the Human!
When did Iva get a Human friend?! Hayim loved Humans, so this would be a great thing to bond over!
"Dirka, right! And Hayim! I recognize you from the books! Oh wow, I didn't think I'd meet both of you today either!"
As Hayim was about to greet her and request the traditional giving of hugs, the creature grabbed Hayim by the petals and carried him away. Luckily, the presence of the incredibly sharp claws weren't on Hayim's mind - instead, he was reminding of the urgency with which he needed to respond to Iva's sadness!
"Hayim no can talk now Humie - gotta find I-"
As he passed the threshold of the wall, however, Hayim was cut off by the slamming of the wall. Even if he wasn't blocked by the stone structure, however, he still would have stopped speaking around the time he noticed the blood-covered clothing of the human...
Why did she have animal-friend fur covered in blood? Hayim knew that Humans liked to eat Animal-friends, but how many were here to begin with?
Hayim tried to shake the thought, instead focusing on the task at hand.
The slow ascent up the staircase was devoid of any kind of conversation - Unlike the Animal-friends that Hayim usually encountered, this one seemed to lack any desire to express it's emotions. The slow, methodical steps reminded him somewhat of the seedlings, albeit louder, heavier, and much more coordinated - they both had an almost mechanical quality to them, which Hayim had not focused on during the creation process. Still, questioning of the creature's origins were a nonissue, and was mentally taxing on someone so unused to deep thought.
Hayim simply gave up on this line of thinking, allowing himself to instead focus on the intricate pattern of the stone bricks that made up the stairwell. It was a big difference from the wooden huts that littered Akhuz, and it wasn't really a change that Hayim was appreciative of - it seemed cold and barren, lacking the presence of life that Hayim was so accustomed to. Then again, anything would probably be like that for him, considering how he surrounded himself with life nearly every moment of his existence.
Before he knew it, Hayim was before Iva, the faceless god of knowledge. While the appearance was not one that Hayim was especially fond of, he knew that Iva was upset and needed to be comforted. The creature let him down gently upon the coarse grass, and the mere touch alerted Hayim to it's hardy nature - it was rough surviving in this area. Making his way to the god, Iva began to speak.
"Ah! Brother Hayim! Such a pleasure to see you! If you couldn't tell from my message my heart, it aches! My soul it cries! My body shrieks with sadness! Such a tiring, bland realm this is! Oh every day all I see is nothing but endless cold and empty minds."
While the overly dramatic and exaggerated motions would clearly have made others question the validity to the statements that were being made, Hayim was incredibly nervous and shocked to hear this. He had never heard of a god being upset with their realm - he loved his with every facet of his being, and couldn't imagine it being as barren and deserted as Iva's. Hayim seemed not to notice the beauty that was present in the realm, as he was almost entirely uncaring of the inorganic and nonexplicit. Shaking his 'head', he spoke.
"Please no be upset! Hayim... Hayim think it very pretty!"
Iarus once told Hayim that lies could be a good thing - maybe Iva just needed a little white lie to make themselves feel better about their realm? A flower was held out for Hayim to examine.
"Hayim, you are the only one who can cure the sadness. Make me a wonderful forest here. A place where I can frolic through fields of these flowers, admire nature in all of its beauty!"
Leaping to grab the flower from the god's hand Hayim quickly made his way to the edge of the balcony. While he could probably create a few trees on the top of the tower, the last thing he wanted to do was a poor job. The flower itself wouldn't do to well in such a cold environment - in fact, most plants would die after long-term exposure to the cold. Gathering his energy, Hayim gazed out from the balcony of the library, coldly aware of the task set before him. It would probably take almost double the amount of energy it would normally take to create a forest in such a cold environment. Still, it wasn't like he could simply ignore the pleas of a sibling!
Gathering energy, Hayim could already see the outlines of the plants in his mind - short leaves in order to prevent loss of moisture and frost, flowers with cupped heads to maximize the energy they gained from the sun, hairy stems and shrubs being prevalent, and lichens that coated the ground and any surface they could. Of course, there would need to be trees - that was where he started first. The ground cracked and fissured as dozens - no, as hundreds of trees came from the depths., roots anchoring themselves into the frosty, grass-covered ground. With that taken care of, the majority of his work was taken care of. Pines and Firs dominated their ranks, with pockets of different Evergreens added for flavor.
Hayim then began to populate this area full of a collection of smaller plants - unlike the trees, it was a lot harder to control what types appeared when he spawned them in such a large area. Hayim simply had to hope that there weren't too many that were weak to the cold. They were almost entirely dominated by Tulips and Asters, and even with concentrated effort, only a few seemed to match the flower that Iva had given him.
After only 10 minutes of concentrated effort, a forest nearly a mile long was now dominating the once barren area. The grass would likely die off in certain spots, due to the shadows of the larger trees and shrubs, but Hayim did his best to cause as little death as possible. The entire thing took a great deal of energy - while a mile of forest might only have needed a day's rest to recuperate, the cold resistance, necessary precision, and eagerness to make it beautiful meant that it would take nearly six days to return to his full power.
Dropping the flower onto the ground, Hayim shakily made his way to Iva.
"Iva happy now? Hayim work really hard!"
