Taygon - My Pretty

Tay: here we are! Our last stop on our little escapade. Did you have fun? Kal: haha are you kidding me? This has been the most fun I've had ever. Whoa what's over here? It's a rock person! Tay: that's a statue of a monk, old world religion. Say you wouldn't happen to see a red box with a latch do you? Kal: hmmm.. ohh is this it? Tay: ahh lovely that's it, thank you dear. Kal: what's in it? Tay: you'll see. Hope it's still in one piece. *opening the box to reveal a stunning deep cherry red cloak, gold shingles hung from its sleeves cascading off the golden embroidered sleeves. Putting it on, the cloak draped long to the floor, it was apparent the cloak was never meant to be worn over the shoulder but cascading from the elbow. From the back Taygon looked like a white flower blooming from red soil. The sun peering in from the strange tree with yellow leaves bouncing off Tay's fair skin, only served to highlight the soft gentle appeal. Kal couldn't help but blush a little* Tay: are you alright Kal? Kal: huh oha umm.. it's nothing. Tay: ohh really... you know you and Berk are very alike. You both have the same look. Wanna see a trick? * stepping further into the light, touching a single ginkgo leaf under the rays of light, the leaf along with the light began to split into atomic droplets of shimmering light, swirling and scattering throughout the room. It was absolutely beautiful. In a room worn by time, a spell that formed the cycle of life. For a moment the world and all of its existence felt whole, complete and finite. Yet the brief flicker did not matter at all in the endless stream of life and death, of being and nighility. The cycle was greater than one leaf, than one speckle of light. And in its center stood its weaver, Taygon. It did not take long for Kal to realise that Tay's history in this foreign place was not of mere residency, it was a position of reverence, the people that used to coexist here held Tay to a position of divinity, enlightenment. One who could weave life, death, existence as its nature. Was it the alluring beauty, or was it the call for destruction? The state of this place, what happened to all of the ones who were here before? We're they right? Was Taygon indeed too powerful to not be contained? It was at this moment Kal realised there was a reason Taygon had to be confined to one spot, never leaving. Absolute power, unchecked, uncontrolled is nothing short of calamity.* Berk: *bonk* quit daydreaming, was it you who had the bright idea? Kal: Oww Dad! Berk: magnificent isn't it? *walking forward through the strands of light to hug Tay from the back.* whyd you leave, without telling me. Let's go home. Tay: hello dear. We're done for the day too. Like my cloak? *Berk the only exception to the anomaly. The key to Pandora's Box*