Gold at Rainbow's End

Not a lot of things happened in the Silver City; not much at all. The realm was closed off to the mortals, inaccessible to those who were not born into it or designated as consorts. Tradition and familiarity had been the reigning standards for as long as anyone could remember, and as such, foreign things were not often found. No one brought back trinkets or had any sort of keepsakes from the mortal world, after all, what need was there for such things? Here, they had anything and everything they wanted, and none of them had the desire to upset the long-established balance.

However, that also meant that when something did come about that was unfamiliar, everyone wanted to know what. Usually, anything new garnered attention; it wasn't an uncommon response, and by the stars did she ever.

The second the golden viscet stepped out from under the shadow of the balcony, a myriad of gasps and whispers went up through the gathered crowd on the paved street below. The sunlight glanced off of her hard, metallic pelt, reflecting both the energy and the intensity of the sun above their heads. She was beautiful, there was no argument about it, but it was clear to everyone present that there was something not quite right about her. Her movements were slower, more hesitant, as if she were trying out her legs for the first time. When she did move quicker, certain parts of her body would click, sometimes the shifts being actually visible. The longer they watched her, the more obvious it became that she was no regular viscet.

It was then that Elowyn stepped up from behind her, setting a hand on her gilded shoulder as he looked out to address the population. His smile was warm and reassuring, quelling some of the uncertainty that rippled throughout the crowd. He glanced down at the other viscet, and after finding that she was still staring forward, he returned back to the people.

"My friends," he started, his voice not loud but also somehow reaching those farthest away, "I know that a gathering such as this is unorthodox, especially at the end of the season, but I bring you good news." He paused for a moment. "You are all well aware of the process we have been working through in order to ensure the Morning's Light does not fall into the wrong hands. The project has been long and laborious..." Elowyn looked down at her again, this time happy to see her returning the glance. "...But I daresay that we have succeeded, and in a way that I don't think any of us expected."

Taking one of her smooth hands in his, he looked back out to the people. "I have chosen this new consciousness as my personal consort. As a new being to this world, I see fit that I help her integrate into our beautiful city."

Not but a few years ago, a brave adventurer from the mortal realm, renowned for her valor and bravery, took responsibility and embarked on a journey to find what they called the "Morning's Light". A sacred power, once thought to be possessed and used by one of the ancient gods, had been spoken about in legends and stories for years. The true source of this information had been lost, far, far in the past, and most have simply written it off as just a fairytale of something that was no more than a fantastical invention of a storyteller or child's mind.

In order to keep the Morning's Light out of the hands of those who wished to corrupt it and use it for their own selfish bidding, it was taken up to the realm of the gods where they gathered to try and come up with a solution that would best protect it. Attempts at destroying it had all failed. Lucius had 'generously' offered to take it upon himself, but it was soon found that this sort of magic was beyond even them, created and born from something so different and odd that none of them could figure out where exactly it had originated. Many of the people who lived in the higher realm quickly came up with their own theories, including one that had something to do with the Morning's Light being from an entirely different universe.

Elowyn hadn't thought much of it though; he had only wanted the whole situation to be done and over with so things could go back to how they were before. His view didn't change until one of his friends and fellow deities, Chariel, brought forth the idea that the power could potentially be bound to a sort of physical form, like a body. At first, the idea had been rather preposterous. Finding something or someone who would be both strong enough and willing to take on this burden would prove to be difficult in itself, but for it to become a living thing would mean that further attention and care might be needed in order to keep it safe from the prying eyes and claws of the world.

Several suggestions for a vessel were put forth, but knowing about the strange sentience that Morning's Light seemed to have, Elowyn thought it would be proper to host it within something beautiful and grand, like a statue. It was decided that the body be made out of gold so that Morning's Light might more easily attach itself to the material, being conductive, malleable, and with the possible potential of later being used as a way of manually channeling the power for the good and protection of the realm. Chariel and Lucius were the most capable when it came to the physical workings of machinery and the work that went into it, so they set out to create something that would both contain and satisfy Morning's Light. They were pressed to work quickly, however, because being removed from the chamber where it had been kept hidden for all this time had only served to destabilize it. During the construction, Morning's Light was temperamental, chaotic, and all-around difficult to contain, but they were able to keep it from escaping and returning to the place where it was found.

Finally, the vessel was completed. The power was transferred into it, and in a surprising twist of events, formed its own consciousness into the viscet that stood beside him now. That had only been a few days ago, and since then Elowyn had taken to her quickly. A few times taking her out and showing her around the city were more than enough to lift the sense of responsibility and burden that this entire endeavor had seemed like since the beginning. Her childlike nature and wonder at everything she saw, from the sky and the structures down to the most menial and seemingly insignificant details of her surroundings...it was as if everything were pure magic. He loved it. After living for so long and seeing and feeling the exact same things for years, having something new, something with a spark of life and wonder in it was fascinating and endearing.

Even with something as simple as a bird, she kept learning, feeling, finding, and discovering. He wanted to be there with her as she did It had been decades since Elowyn had found any sense of his former passion returning, but this viscet was slowly bringing it back around. Happier than he had been for a long, long, time, he had taken it upon himself to teach her and essentially act as a mentor for this strange new world. Pureness and innocence in the days of now were hard to come by, but having this, even if it was something small, was more than enough. Storms always cleared, leaving rainbows in the end, and Elowyn was starting to think that maybe this was his. His end of the rainbow; his Idris.