#moonsinger

'When the Elder Beings decided to create life, a universe, a world, they found they were woefully unprepared. Creation was something outside of their realm of expertise, and they realised they needed help. From their collective love, creativity, intelligence, wonder, morality, knowledge, and connection, they birthed the First Gods.

And, on the first day, of the first year, of the first month, The Pantheon Of Light, and by extension, The Star-Stricken Court, were born.'

aka chris snatches bits of their friends personalities and personifies them into gods

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Moonsinger

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To my dying day I will never forget the pain of that conversation with

No, I will not wallow in the past. Inshala and I performed our ritual, and those coastal rains portended a new beginning for us both as we drank from that healing water. I still feel a little lost, and I suppose it shows on my face as it always does, because people seem to go out of their way to take me under their wings, or just dispense advice.

Not that I’m ungrateful. Miss Moonsinger’s gift to me, the gift of choice, is still a focus of my meditation, a way of reconciling distant past that I never thought I’d be able to surmount. And the kind faces I’ve encountered since leaving the Guardians — any of them might become friends and allies. In time. I just need time. I need to be sure.

No, I will not wallow in the past. Inshala and I performed our ritual, and those coastal rains portended a new beginning for us both as we drank from that healing water. I still feel a little lost, and I suppose it shows on my face as it always does, because people seem to go out of their way to take me under their wings, or just dispense advice.

Not that I’m ungrateful. Miss Moonsinger’s gift to me, the gift of choice, is still a focus of my meditation, a way of reconciling distant past that I never thought I’d be able to surmount. And the kind faces I’ve encountered since leaving the Guardians — any of them might become friends and allies. In time. I just need time. I need to be sure.