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]

[eventually finishes and seems to be talking to a few people about offerings and such]

[anopenbook]

Maybe I inquire about your domain, miss?

[oi_theoi]

The measurement of time, and the working of thread.

And sand.

[anopenbook]

A weaver woman?

[oi_theoi]

Among other things.

[anopenbook]

What can I give and what can I get? To be forward and all.

[oi_theoi]

For me, acts done in my domains, by invoking my name. Also fibers -- plant or animal. Eggs and seeds. Unworked stone.

As for what I can give, I can give you the tools and knowledge to work cloth and yarn and hair. Or the cloth and yarn, if you do not wish to work from fiber to finished object. Devices to measure time, if they are too simple to trouble Eizon, and their calibration. Changes of time's record on your body, though that will be costly.

I also have sand.

[anopenbook]

...hair brushes?

[oi_theoi]

Yes.

[anopenbook]

What would I need to do to get one?

[oi_theoi]

[considers] Bring me back the feathers of a bird.

[anopenbook]

I'll do what I can!

[oi_theoi]

Thank you.