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Glyph shivered when something chill knocked into him, reflexively yawning as the brisk crispness of winter settled in around the god. Her words drew her attention the most and the crow on his horn crowed in protest, fluffing its feathers before it danced from foot to foot for a moment and took wing, looking for its other master. Forest watched it leave with some sadness then turned back to Neva, "No apologies needed. Nothing was broken." He smiled but it faltered and faded as she complained about the mortals and he shook his head, "It is good, though, that so many answer His call... and a relief. I am glad to see so many on our lands. For a while there, I was worried."

His breath misted out as the temperature plummeted and he quirked a grin despite himself. This Goddess needed no introduction, he felt her touch every year. "Winter, I presume? Not one for social gatherings?" Glyph reached up as he felt his leaves begin to frost and bit his lip, hoping her nearness did cause his to drop his leaves. That would be awkward.

He gave a nod, very much in agreement. It was something to dance and sing for, to celebrate as they were doing. The sky was returning and with it the sun, the moon, the stars... the twilight would be banished and seasons would once again rise in strength. Glyph rather imagined Neva would be excited for that bit.

He rubbed his arm as the chill faded some, gave a grateful nod, "Close. I am Glyph, Silvim Illustirre... Forest. These woods do not wither at Winter's touch, you needn't worry." Glyph offered a smile but a hand - he suffered from the mortal condition still and rather wanted to retain all his fingers.

The adjustments made to the stars were well underway and in trusted claws. He sought with glance through the crowd for white against white. No announcements had been made, but here was a task that could speak to many in a quiet way.

“Sachem Aphonic....” The title was respectful, formal and appropriate to circumstances. But he would not leave it so, "Endiovar, would you assist me?"

A daunting approach, maybe, even for a god whose strength and rebirth were as complete as that of Silence. What was asked should be explained first, then Silence could decide if he desired to help. An ornate pair of shears, filigree mithril and tarnished silver, resolved and hung in the air just outside the Worldshield's barrier of scales, " There must be curtain behind these stars, but the silk both strong and supple enough to cover so much has not been woven in this Age. We must make do without weaver or cloth. What is of me is already in All, and shall not falter at influence of other gods, immortals or mortals straining against it in strife or wonder. You need only gather, then sever and hold while I make what is only tresses become something greater. Would you?"

Attention focused intently upon Creation at task, Xia Lu Ling still caught sight and scent of an "old" friend; Neva's chilly mana tickled at his sensitive nostrils and caused him to briefly shift from watching Harmodius, Aris, and his Brothers to Neva. He rumbled a chuckle, snaking his horned head around so that he could favor her with a toothsome grimace of welcome. "Neva. You made it." Thick tail thumping against the floor, Yu did not verbally thank her for his 'new plaything', but he figured she might figure out that he had appreciated her gift (and those from the other gods and mortals alike). Tribute that was yet off to one side and awaiting his return; certainly not forgotten, but absolutely not his focus.

Creation called for Silence and diverted Yu's attention once more - ah ha! So, the mute god was to be a hair dresser? His aid in returning the sky to All, as it were, was to be found in phials to hold Aris' grudgingly given blood and it shearing Harmodius? S[lendid! "Step forth, Sachem Aphonic, you will not be harmed." Yu's tone was warm, his eyes bright with mirth and enjoyment; it was funny - Lisana's touch was surely felt by the furred and scaled Emblem Pillar.

Watching Creation working to return the sky to them was fascinating on many levels. There was awe at seeing Harmodius at task, above all else; And then there were the many various interactions between the Dragon Kings present...between Aris and Harmodius, Aris and Xun Jiang. Yu Five Claws waiting, watching. Tian Yue shielding them as raw mana flowed, as the Eldest spun offerings into the threads that would be woven together to rebuild the Sky. It was fantastical and Endiovar's heart swelled in his breast at being there, being able to watch and be party to this most joyous of days.

Title spoken with precise formality before the more intimate useage of given name; Silence stepped forward at Harmodius' request with a gentle smile. It was a bit daunting, coming up before those gathered to give aid in rebuilding the sky and yet he did not falter - Endiovar trusted Creation's judgement and wanted to help: here was his chance! What was being asked was easy enough: cutting Harmodius' hair. "I understand, my Lord. It would be my honor."

Strong, elegant hands would gather Creation's long multi-chromatic hair, fingers combing through his tresses. Ah, he had one question before he applied the ornate silver and mithril shears to Harmodius' hair. "How much shall I cut, Harmodius?" Endiovar's voice was soft as he stood behind The Twin Crown; words meant for Harmodius' ear alone, though it was very likely Aris and/or the Dragon Kings would hear him.

The mixing was done, but his task was not yet over. Just a little more to go, but perhaps the most important part.

One by one, Ti Lung went to the vessels, carefully dropping the right amount into all of them.

For the moment, nothing else but his task, his brothers, and his master existed. A quick look revealed Harmodius in the care of the pillar, and that was enough for him to refocus on the task. Silence wouldn't be that close if he hadn't meant to be, he was certain.

With the first vessel done, he went to the next.

When Aris removed himself, she did not follow him, through she did keep some attention to his location, just in case she ended up needed.

Accepting the queue with a soft smile, “ Maybe. If you would find it better to your taste so.”

Then held the tail of hair beneath his other hand, held like pouring out cupped water. Mana flowed down from the empty hand, bleaching out the colours at first to brightened silver, then metal white, tarnished, and settled into light-less, yet soft, velvet black. He took the queue then with both hands and shook it as one might a blanket or a rug, and out it furled, on and on; the hair had become a banner of dark, like fabric, only the ends seemed only to further float on the gathering breeze. It pillowed out and lifted, growing, growing, even beyond the sight of the gods. Harmodius let go of it as a kite, laughing into the wind, and over minutes the emptiness above was covered from sight and something like starless, cloudless night reigned above, spreading further and further to every world.

Harmodius spoke then a single syllable, but it pierced the very airs with strength and presence as a herald trumpet. No mortal or immortal tongue could duplicate that one of all, nor did it find purchase in their minds as aught but a sublime note of sound.

Creation spoke it again, softly but clearly, translated into closer speech to other tongues than his, “Be.”

The moment hung there, the sky created anew, though not populated yet with new lights.

Priscilla was surprised when Arc picked her up. It made her view of everything much better as she clung to him, the dheln which was still sleeping, and her doll. Her eyes grew large as the on man's hair was cut off. A frown creased her face wondering what it would be used for, but she watched him, deciding he was just as pretty without the hair. And maybe it would grow back fast. Or he could maybe find a wig like her mother had one time.

But as Arc began to speak to her, Pris listened closely, but then stared at him. What did heavens brought back mean? She had to think about it and pursed her lips. Heaven was the sky or so Daddy always told her. "You mean he is making the sky again? How can he do that? It was sad when the stars went out. Momma and Daddy used to take me outside on the roof to see them. Daddy had this..." What was the word her daddy had called it? "A tellywhatchamacallitscopy thingy..." That was as close as she could remember him saying.

"He used to tell me the names of the stars too but I don't remember them, except one. It's.. gone now, but he said it was mine. The China Doll. That's what my daddy said 'cause it was a pretty white with a little bit of red and green and he used to tell me about a world where only dolls lived. I didn't see the colors or the dolls, but he said so," Her teeth suddenly tugged her lower lip. "Is he bringing back my star too? And all the others? And why did that other person cut his hair?"