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He wanted more.

He approached the goddess with his head held high, offering up his tribute of fragments with precision and confidence. It was an accomplishment, something to be proud of; and he felt the warmth slide through him, like a pleasant glow inside of him.

Really, he was quite pleased with himself.

Stepping forward, he held out his hands and offered the fragments up to the goddess, rocking back on his heels with a satisfied smile and a brightness to his eyes when she accepted his offering. Cheerfully, he stepped away, and he could feel something warm settling into him - memories, vague and uncertain, flickered like...

...well, he wasn't sure what they were like, but they were flickering and he was slightly less confused, though still overwhelmingly lacking in information.

Raedala entered the shrine with a sense of awe and that same strong feeling of longing. "I found... I found the shards. Is this the 'more' that you meant?"

The blessing that was bestowed upon her seemed to be the only response that she was going to get from the Goddess who approached her, but that was enough. The Blessing of the Great when coupled with Longing molded her. Fingers no longer felt as much like something could just slip through them, feet had a bit of weight as she turned to leave the temple.

She still had something, or someone, to find...

Dezolam entered the shrine with her fragments still clutched in her hands. She would offer them to the goddess that seemed to always want more.

While catching the orbs the being has become more. She is not as translucent, things looking like small wings spouted from her back. A long ponytail swaying in the non-existent breeze.

Sonja walked slowly towards the three statues, his vision becoming more cloudy until all he could see was fog. He could tell though that someone was approaching him, one of the goddesses. He held out his hands, both of them full of the fragments he had collected. They disappeared, and he in return received the blessing. Looking down at himself he became more defined, his features now solid as he felt more himself then before.

Whatever 'himself' was.

Upon entering the shrine, Rusekop saw the three goddess statues from before, though now cloud in fog as she continued to get closer to them. Eagerly she presented her fragments, and felt their blessing in return. Not only did she feel more complete but she could tell there was a different to her appearance now; a weird fin membrane on the side of her head where her ears were before.

Well, that was kinda odd...

Anni Rohn walked up to the statues like before, her earlier encounter with them resonating in her mind. Form... Solid... What would she become? Was she ready to change into something other than the mist? She looked at her hands, her fingertips fading into the fog around her. No, she decided, she wanted to move forward. To become something other than this faceless grey entity, indistinguishable from the others like her. Her core glowed brilliantly with the presence of a Goddess. She could feel her watching, judging... She took the five fragments from their hiding place, holding them out to the deity on outstretched palms. She took the fragments away with a flash of red and ethereal light.
Anni was momentarily blinded before she realized that she was now separate from the fog. She was still grey, but she could feel the soft swish of long hair against her back, and the tickling sensation of bangs on her forehead. Her fingertips no longer faded, and her hands covered by something, but she wasn't sure what. Her grip was stronger now as she clenched her fist. But with her newfound strength, she also felt afraid and terribly shy. What would the other shapes think of her now?