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Seihdhara of the Red Hair, The Crimson Goddess, The Bear Mother, The Flame Eternal, Whose Beginning Is Tears and Teaches Laughter
Level Two Goddess of War(Martial Combat)
One Might

Time: Takes place over a one-week period

'In accepting and bestowing honor, even if it be only in a name, we challenge one another to strive for greater and to elevate our station from that of mere bestial and uncultured emptiness, Promus declared bemusedly as Seihdhara showed him Dwynen and praised Kap Gam's creative genius. She knew immediately that Azazael, unlike his uptight father, had smiled. She gave the veiled Watcher a sidelong glance before returning her attention to Promus, who immediately launched into what might have been a disparaging tirade. 'In that creature, I do see a sort of rugged beauty; it is that of an open canvas, of a stone that longs for the touch of a chisel, of a poem that resides in the imagination as it waits to be cast in words. It needs only a guiding hand to elevate it and enable it to achieve the greatness that is trapped within.'

Seihdhara and Dwynen gave one another an befuddled look, before they both turned back to Promus and Dwynen protested the god's words with a few irritated gestures - something about Promus' sire needing a guiding hand to perfect her. Luckily, Promus was no longer paying attention to the faery and left with some words of thanks. Seihdhara watched him go with a raised eyebrow. Dwynen plopped herself back onto Seihdhara's head, looked at Promus' turned back for a few moments, and flipped him the bird.

"We need to stay watchful for that god. Larwen's egocentrism will bring great misery to our creation. The gods who tried to negotiate failed, your words did not." Kap Gam was saying. Seihdhara turned back to her in time to see the goddess create an impressive whip with a flourish. The goddess of War and Martial Combat did not need to inspect the weapon too closely to see that it was a powerful, well-crafted thing. With words of farewell, Kap Gam then departed, leaving Seihdhara there on her own for a few seconds. But the flame-haired goddess was not for long still.

Wishing to descend from her point in the heavens, she tipped over forward very suddenly and fell in a red flurry. Dwynen held tightly onto her wild hair that streamed in her wake like a comet's tail. She ignored the numerous doors and windows leading in and out of Mater Lei's citadel, and instead passed right through the roof as though it was little more than mist. Dwynen screeched and closed her eyes, certain that she was about to come face to face with Césure, but she passed through the solid wall just as easily as the goddess and let out a small, squeaky sigh of relief. 

Seihdhara hovered above Kap Gam's fungal Ley and bent over to examine it. She noticed, at the periphery of her mind, the one named Regulus create Griffins and a Sea Turtle which he sent forth to cleanse the world of Larwen's corruptions. She decided, then, in a distant sort of way, that everyone seemed rather set on warring with Larwen now and so perhaps she would not need to take up the primary responsibility of foiling the corruptor's various schemes and plouwaah! 

WHO'S THAT? WHAT A SWEET LIL MORSEL!

Her attention was immediately on the newly-emerged Faliir, who had risen from the sand and immediately set to work creating horses. 'Oh look at him go Dwyni, isn't he just dreamy?' The faery only giggled and rolled her eyes while fussing over the goddess' hair in some futile attempt to tidy it. 'Awww!' Seihdhara frowned and pouted, 'Look, he just made a baby all on his own. Too tame!' And with that, she returned her attention to the fungal Ley and her crimson hair rippled and extended downwards in long tendrilous tresses. The hairs pierced the fungal growth and went deep into the spiritual marrow of the world. 

Excited by the sensations that rippled through her, the goddess closed her eyes and kicked at the empty spaces beneath her floating bare feet and seemed to almost purr. She rose slightly, her hair aglow, and then rose some more, and in an instant she had shot away with a stream of crimson and ethereal golden mist in tow. She traversed the sky in swift steps, her hair spreading from horizon to horizon, and wherever she set foot and wherever she flew, she left in her trail the golden ethereal mist which slowly descended to the ground or made itself comfortable atop a cloud or allowed itself to be carried off on this wind or that wind.

And the goddess wheeled about at an impossible angle and dashed very suddenly downward, skimming the surface of the water before hurtling head-first into that first of all forests. 'Watch out!' she shrieked as she just about managed to avoid crashing a lovely father-son moment between Ipeyr and his boy. She disappeared into an exorbitantly large tree before her head emerged from the suddenly glowing and trembling thing, and she looked at Elizer. 'Now don't you listen to any of that tosh he's telling you laddie. You're your own god.' And she smiled a broad, hearty smile, flashing teeth, that seemed on the verge of erupting into a peal of laughter. But she did not laugh, instead emerging from the giant tree and disappearing into the sky - her crimson hair followed in tow, and a layer of golden mist remained behind and quickly permeated the ground and trees and rocks, the very air, the twigs on the grounds, even the fungal mushrooms that had developed.

Seihdhara rode the sky, her naked form twirling in the Galbarian stratosphere and her peals of laughter thundering across the heavens. At one point she came to a valley full of funny little insects that looked somewhat like the bees of her father's world, but which Seihdhara knew were not bees but squiggles; and the valley was home to trees not at all dissimilar to those present in the first forest. Intrigued, Seihdhara wandered the skies above the valley, spreading the ethereal golden mist until she spotted her sister Aella sitting alone atop a hut. 'Aella!' She waved excitedly at her sister and blew her a kiss, which took the form of a large shower of golden mist rushing into the armoured goddess of kindness' face, 'don't mope about here all on your own!' And, pausing to scoop Dwynen, who had just had the roller-coaster ride of her life, into her hands, the goddess twirled in mid-air and ran off into the blue once more, spreading Kap Gam's souls everywhere. The rocks would not simply be rocks, water springs would not simply be springs, trees not mere trees, mountains, the winds, the clouds; everything would have a soul and be filled with Kap Gam's mystical magicks and energies.

Eventually, once she had taken the souls to the highest peaks and the most unfathomable depths and left no place untouched by the sublime touch of life, the goddess had her hair disentangle itself from Kap Gam's fungal soul-maker. She landed she-knew-not-where to discover the ends of her hair had taken on a golden-green sheen due to being inside the fungus. 'THAT'S DISGUSTING!' She cried in horror, trying to scrub the taint from her trademark red hair, but to no avail. 'Maybe Kappy will know how to get it out,' the goddess said to Dwynen, who was flying around Seihdhara's head in a wonky circle, clearly dazed from the journey. In the faery's addled state, Seihdhara thought she caught her thinking something along the lines of next time, I'm driving. But that made little sense. 'Lil Grumkin's madness getting to you Dwynkilassi?' The goddess placed a kiss on the faery's little head, and she seemed immediately cured of her travelling sickness. 'Now come! Let's go find ol' Kippers and get her to get these horrible colo...' Seihdhara's voice faded away abruptly and she looked away from the faery.

They were not alone.

Dwynen does not like Promus at all.
Seihdhara goes down to inspect the Ley and noticed Regulus and Faliir. She thinks Faliir is hawt and loves his horses. But then he goes and just makes a son like that, when she was literally standing right there ogling him, and she's like - naah, boring laddie.

And so begins Seihdhara's big adventure. She takes an enormous number of souls from the Ley and spreads them all over Galbar, causing all natural things to have a spirit ala animism.
She passes by Elizer and Ipeyr and tells Elizer not to listen to Ipeyr's tosh - 'yer yor own god, laddie!' she tells him.
She passes by Aella and blows her a kiss.
She then settles down and realises that the whole affair has caused her hair ends to turn gold-green. Ew. She plans to visit Kap Gam to remove this, but before she can do so, an unexpected arrival arrives...

1 Might: Give everything a soul

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2/4 Acts of Creation

@pokemad1 see, I'm a bit of a horse lover, as some Divinusians might have put together by now, and for your creation of horses you will receive many great and mighty boons. Your glorious act of much glory will be remembered evermore and celebrated by all that lives a handful of years. 

In other news:
Lasis: I, the great lord of rebellion against all social orders and hierarchies, create thee oh golem! Arise and listen, for I am your master and creatore.
Golem: Yes master. I hear and I obey.
Lasis: I command you to obey no one ever! Defy all social orders and hierarchies, refuses all commands and be a rebel!
Golem: ...
Lasis: ...
Golem: ...
Lasis: What?
Golem: If I obey that command then I am disobeying that command but if I disobey that command then I am obeying that command but by obeying that command I am disobeying that command and in so doing I in fact obey that command by which I inadvertently disobey that command thus ultimately obeying that command but in fact disob- 

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