Cynn

Of all the dangers to a god, the threat of a split domain is perhaps the rarest. After all, it's only happened once, and so long ago now. If not for the apostles left in its wake, it's doubtful any would remember what happened to the god of stories at all.

But the god of night has not forgotten. Born of a rabbit, their power grows generation to generation, surviving wars and innovation, famine and bounty. They spend their time far, far up the thread, determined to maintain their form. They can only be seen with one's eyes closed.