New god intro!

[oi_theoi]

Who: Mortals, gods
When: Day 13, afternoon
Where: Shrine Room
What: The other kind of new arrivals.

[a teenaged girl with intricately braided hair and dressed in sandals, a flowy, brightly-patterned skirt, and a short-sleeved sweater that looks like it was made of the leftovers of a million other sweaters, is pacing the shrine room, twisting a loop of yarn strung between her hands. A pile of reddish sand seems to move around, following her.]

Perhaps away from the corner...

Comments

[oi_theoi]

Kain. Get. Up.

[oi_theoi]

But I was dreaming, Leedin... It was a good dream, about how to build a machine to catch stars...

[sitting up and waving the sand away] Stop it, it's ticklish.

[oi_theoi]

We have visitors. And I wish to place my shrine.

[oi_theoi]

[looks around at the room and its shrines]

Where do you want to put it? Do you want me to design you a new one? [perks up a bit]

[oi_theoi]

No, I wish to build it myself. Build your own.

[oi_theoi]

I could make it more complex though. And with less sand. [shakes the sand from his head; it dissipates into thin air as it gets dislodged]

[oi_theoi]

I like sand.

[oi_theoi]

It's ticklish and it ruins machines. Do you know how hard it is to clean sand out of a well-oiled machine? Worse than sawdust.

[oi_theoi]

It's useful in the right places.

[oi_theoi]

Well you can make things out of it but not the type of things that you like, I think.

[looks around]

They all look kind of different, don't they?

[oi_theoi]

What does?

[oi_theoi]

Them. The ones here.

[oi_theoi]

They are.

What have they been doing to get so torn and dirty?

[oi_theoi]

I don't know. But some of them are not very smart. [makes a face]

[oi_theoi]

Ignore them, then.

[oi_theoi]

I suppose I'll need to make my shrine too. Have you decided where to put yours, Leedin?

[oi_theoi]

[points to the corner which Zelda pointed out, where the sand is starting to assemble itself into a sandstone pillar]

[oi_theoi]

Oh, that's pretty there. Good balance. [refrains from poking the sand like he wants to]

[oi_theoi]

Where will you put yours?

[oi_theoi]

Hmm..[points at a spot between Eizon's and Zhen Ji's] Right there. They can balance mine, I think. They need balance...

[oi_theoi]

Zhen Ji will move his at his whims. He always does.

[oi_theoi]

I know... [sighing wistfully] I wish he'd let me build him something for that.

[oi_theoi]

He's Zhen Ji.

[What ya gonna do?]

[oi_theoi]

[orz]

Have you found any of these people to your liking? Zhen Ji didn't like any of them, I think.

[oi_theoi]

One of them wishes to learn knitting and will make a calendar. And there is a living thing made of cloth and stuffing.