At an indeterminate point of time, dust in one section of the Gray begins to accumulate. Upon closer inspection, it appears rusty and starts to rise and assemble into an identifiable shape of a rusty pendulum attached to some sort of rusty mechanism. The rusty material then begins to turn into a shiny metal and grows ever more compact, imperfections of texture giving way to a smooth surface. The pendulum then jerks to one side and settles into a smooth swinging movement. Thus an ancient clock is re-assembled and made new.
The hands on the machine move rapidly until they all reach the top and then... Gong, Gong, Gong...! the clock announces.
Greetings! a voice bellows from the clock,
I thought you might like it if I assumed a familiar form!
Chrextes moves his mechanical incarnation seemlessly to a location right next to the rest of the godlings.
We have much to discuss. Chrextes' voice is calm and serious and he listens to what the godling group will say, is saying and has said.
Upon hearing Lavaria speak, however, his occassional mischievous nature shows:
"None here are really my type to be honest"
Oh? Chrextes inflects his voice with amusement.
Well, perhaps none here are hot enough! he cannot resist the pun.
Returning back to seriousness, he does not pass time and speaks simultaneously,
Worry not fiery one! We shall make a portion of this world your new abode. However, I think we may need to enclose your portion in a protective layer of solid crust, so that your fires do not destroy the other parts of the world.
The clock creaks a little and a smaller clock arises from the top of the large one and immediatelly initiates emitting ticking noises. Chrextes then announces,
It is 12 aeons to creation! How fast the clock will tick and how quickly the aeons will pass depends solely on us!
So... how shall we structure our new world? I submit that it needs direction, a dimension of change... it needs time! He then continues,
Lavaria is looking for a new home, so her worldly realm needs to be concentrated and contiguous so as to fulfill that function. How about the rest of you? How would you like to structure your contributions? Do you, Heliasillyel, wish for a diffuse influence everywhere, or a concentrated influence like Lavaria's? And you Durentep? Will you make all creatures dream some of the time, or would you prefer to have a land or race of dreamers where or for whom dreaming is a constant occupation? How does her spidery eminence imagine her worldly dominion? And what of Sirion? Will his catalogue knowledge of the world's creatures or let them be inspired by his vast intellect?
Chrextes then concludes his monologue, for the moment, to give the rest of the cast a chance to react.