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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 5180786" data-attributes="member: 4936">Almost immediately the gods and goddesses assembled noted something unusual. The golden radiance of Heliasillyel painted the melting snow in shades of yellow and orange, illuminating everything around in like hues. The young girl in the snow also grew brighter...but she gleamed with a silvery color entirely unlike that of the light striking her. The brighter and warmer Heliasillyel's light, the whiter and colder the light that shone from the girl's skin.Additionally, and stranger still, the girl cast no shadow. None whatsoever.Then she inhaled a breath, and her eyelids fluttered.For the second time in her existence, Silhouette awoke.The experience was oddly similar to the first time. Awareness was incremental, with her first becoming aware of coldness, and then warmth. The source of the warmth was now as it was then. And now, as then, there was a place in her center where the warmth did not, could not, touch. But it was enough.She opened her eyes and found herself enfolded in light and flesh...light made flesh. Held fast in strong, but unknown arms, Silhouette immediately started struggling and squirming. Her escape charm kicked in, and she suddenly slipped free of Heliasillyel's grasp as if she'd been slicked in grease. This allowed her to tumble unceremoniously to the ground...which she did.On looking up from her sitting position, Silhouette saw several others there. She was sure she hadn't seen their like before, in her world or in the mortal world, which could only mean they were from the Far Places; the worlds at the edges of her own realm, that she had not yet crossed into and explored.Two of them were immediately familiar to her, as well. The Bright...and the Dark.She leapt to her feet and planted her fists on her hips, confronting them with a grin as bright as Heliasillyel...but with a hint of her other mother's dark mirth as well."Travelers!" she cried in a voice that rang like little silver bells, melodic and jangling, "Wanderers! You've saved my life, and for that I owe you." The word of obligation came out as a startled little growl, for she found that the debt was a bond, and she loathed being bound. These were firsts for her as well."So tell me what you'd have of me," Silhouette told the gods, focusing on Heliasillyel, "and we'll have done with it."</blockquote>

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