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Aryn had found his way into the abandoned temple, admiring the soft glow emitting from within when the glow of a fragment caught his eye. Reacting before he thought, he snatched it out of the air, only to blink in surprise when a few words from an unfamiliar voice echoed out from it.

Fragments: 1/5

The shadow patted the other shadow's hand tentatively. No flash of inspiration or echoes of voices... must not have to catch this one. Either that or he just wasn't doing it right. He took the hand, and then got to his feet.

He stared at the other shadow, feeling it's presence and then... it caught one of those little crystal things.

That was when the little shadow realized he had to find more himself! He whirled around, and spying another fragment having drifted into a crack in the old cobblestones, he grabbed it triumphantly. He showed it to the other shadow, they would both become more of what they were!

Fragments: 2/5

He felt what might have been best described as puzzlement when the other shadowy form patted his outstretched hand, as though experimentally or unsure of what to do. He frowned, or at least, he got the impression that he was frowning, but the look was quickly gone when the other shadow took his hand and got to his feet. That was good, right?

He quickly scrambled to his own feet as well, curious about the other shadow and perhaps feeling a bit as though it might be best to keep an eye on him, lest he accidentally stumble into him once more. He might have grinned at the other when he retrieved a crystal of his own, but it was too hard to tell, to hard to know when so much was still shrouded in shadows and unable to be truly seen.

Turning away only slightly, he found that if he concentrated he could still sense the others core and know where he stood. This would hopefully prove useful, as he sought out another of the hovering orbs of light to take for himself, all to give to the goddess in time.

One flashed in the corner of his sight, and he turned, jumping towards it because for whatever reason, jumping seemed a more natural course of action. Hands clapped together, stealing the light out of the air.

....to school. He might find his strengths... Another voice, this time easier to understand, combined with another flash of warmth that lingered even as the short memory of words faded. He landed, this time more steadily on his feet then before, and turned, holding his own crystal to the other as well.

He was beginning to feel excitement. Soon they would have a more true form!

Fragments: 3

"Not bad, Maple." Was what she heard when she caught her fifth shard of glowing light. It was... different sounding than the others which had seemed so demeaning or undermining, coy as the last. But this one seemed earnest and happy like the owner was having a good time.

Whoever this Maple was, Palem hoped the words helped her. If they were memories, hopefully they did. The shadow smiled and pulled the last fragment close before turning to go give them as offerings.

fragements: 5

It seemed that they had a wordless agreement to stay near each other, as wherever one moved the other remained not far off. Thiamas found he enjoyed the company of another, that it in itself made him feel slightly more whole in it's own way, though he also felt that being given a form was a moreabsolute need, something he now longed for, to give the goddess what she wished and to be given something in return for his efforts.

He watched with the faintest and fleeting feeling of bemusement as the other jumped to retrieve a fragment that had floated near the vines of a wall. He might have even laughed, except he did not know quite what it was that bubbled up from his throat, and quickly stifled it with a hand. He was smiling now, but it was not something he really understood, just that it was a good thing, and that it also felt right.

He began to search himself for another fragment, for that beacon of soft grey light. There were many, it seemed, that hovered in the air, but there were also many who sought them out as their own. He needed to find one that was as of yet not being stalked, and when he found that one, he scampered after it, this one spinning low to the ground and requiring no more jumping as he scooped it up.

More warmth, another flash of words that came from nowhere but left him feeling better all the time.

This time he did laugh, a happy sound, before he clamped his hands over his mouth, this being the second time he had made a noise without meaning to, while still feeling very confused by it. Was it okay? It...it felt okay...

He turned back to the other, hands still covering his face, glowing lights barely visible between fingers.

Fragments: 4

Another fragment glimmered in her vision, but when she turned her head it was gone. Maybe it had just been a glint off of some fog, or off of the water.

After a few moment's peaceful rest, she shifted and realized there was a fragment just beneath her seat. She sighed a bit at her own lack of observation and picked it up-

Never.

Her hands spasmed, tightening around the crystal and making her fingertips hurt. She dropped the fragment, then slowly bent down to retrieve it again, warily. Nothing happened when she touched it again, but she felt a little strange.

Another fragment was hiding to the side, in a wisp of... that was a plant? Hm. She was learning all kinds of new things today. Had she known what a plant was before now? She wasn't sure.

Four fragments. She was so close! Soon she'd be able to offer these up to the Goddess in thanks for the heart she'd been given. She paused, though, as she picked up the fragment and a wave of strange feeling washed over her.

Who am I?!

... "Naian," she said aloud, shaking her head. These fragments (for she'd decided the fragments were talking to her) were very silly.