[Sorry for being away. Had to move house. All sorted now :)]
|Making no comment on the strangeness that was emerging from the cracks in the world, the young god simply stood, paying attention to the coloured lights that seemed to crackle beneath the surface of the stone he had been sitting up against. Instead, the drew in a long breath through his nostrils, the played another note. Higher. An A, followed by a C, then a C minor. He paused, opened his eyes and looked at the ground.
The moss appeared to be moving. Tiny tendrils of green, swaying to and fro. Good. A charge was building. The dream world was coming through, even though it was at a slow…Creep…
Mendean lunged over, seemingly attacking the violin with the bow. A number of horsehair strands immediately coming loose. His foot stamped hard into the spongy ground. Tiny droplets of water rose into the air, hovered for several unnatural moments, and then fell slowly around him. But he paid them no attention. All that mattered now, was the music.
Repeating the same four notes in a pattern, he matched the pace with that of the others, synchronising, joining, so that all present were now a part of the music. But it was not enough. Three individuals improvising a tune was a start, but he needed something even more potent. Something that would be noticed.
Settling down into a steady repetition, Mendean raised his head and called up to the trees. “I know you hear me. Join our song! You know you want to!”
In response, a hundred birds began chattering and chirruping from above. Every now and then, a note would fit into their tune, and then another. Steadily, complex harmonies and relationships between sounds began to emerge. As Mendean continued to play, he became aware of the sap-heartbeat of the trees, the ebb and flow of the wind, even the sound of many things beneath the soil.
Colours brightened, strange patterns emerged and flowed away. The whole world seemed to be breathing in response to the music of the three. The sky was filled with feathers, as the birds gathered overhead in a great spiralling pattern. Flashes of colour crackled and washed over the moss.
And deep beneath the earth, something stirred. Mendean grinned wildly. “Yes,” he said encouragingly.
God Abilities:
Can warp reality around him, so that the environment will begin to resemble his dream-like realm.
May enter and manipulate the dreams of others.
You cannot know Mendean for who or what he is unless he allows it. Even your memories will be altered to disguise his identity, unless he does not wish it. Even his aura is too widely spread for you to see.