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]

Paper and pencil, that's smart. You never know when you need a pencil. Pens are good too.

Kain.

[pencilpremonition]

Yeah. I always keep it with me.

[She adds his name to the bottom of her drawing and holds it out to him.]

Would you like it?

[oi_theoi]

Oh. [takes it and tilts it this way and that, then upside down]

Have you ever considered that drawing is a form of reality? Putting down on paper makes something that could be into something that is. Could be. Is. Hmm...

[pencilpremonition]

...That's... That's beautiful, actually. I don't want the things I draw to be real, but at the same time, I do. I usually draw terrible things. I don't want bad things to happen to people, but I like drawing them.

[oi_theoi]

You like drawing bad things happening to people? [looking perplexed]

[pencilpremonition]

Bad things, and monsters.

[She quickly starts to sketch, and comes up with a horrorterror drawing that looks like it was ripped straight out of a nightmare.]

[oi_theoi]

[looks at the picture with distaste and seems to scoot a bit further away from Becca and closer to his pillow]

You like this?

[pencilpremonition]

I like drawing it. But I don't want it to be real. If I could make my drawings real, I'd draw happier things.

[oi_theoi]

You're weird. Why don't you just draw happier things then? [:/]

[pencilpremonition]

I don't have the power to make what I draw real.

[oi_theoi]

I hope not. [confused]

I didn't realize you were all so violent, wishing such terrible things.

[pencilpremonition]

I told you, I don't want anything bad to happen to anybody. I just like drawing nightmares.

Do you want me to draw you something nice?

[Already sketching.]

[oi_theoi]

[edges away some more]

No, I think I'll pass.

[pencilpremonition]

[Holds up a picture of a luxurious bed with plenty of pillows and fluffy blankets.]

[oi_theoi]

[suspicious of your pillow and blankets]

...

[pencilpremonition]

[Goes back to sketching; adds him in some elegant pyjamas.]

[oi_theoi]

Do you only draw people?

[pencilpremonition]

I draw animals and scenes, too. What do you like?

[She offers him the drawing again, now done with it.]

[oi_theoi]

Hmm...draw me something that can be useful.

[pencilpremonition]

[She thinks for a few moments, then starts drawing a sewing machine.]

[oi_theoi]

[watches critically]

[pencilpremonition]

[Offers the finished product.]

[oi_theoi]

It's okay... next time you should try something more original. [takes it though, which is a good sign]

[pencilpremonition]

More original? ...I'd have to think for a long time about that. I'm not really an inventor.

[oi_theoi]

[disapproving wave of his hand]

Then learn. Everyone should think. It's the most important thing in the world.