The 'gods'

Herald, lift your bugle! The gods have come!

Using magic to travel via doorways through the spaces, insubstantial as a breath of wind, faster than any light, they materialized seconds apart in the clearing. Like to Drasso and his kind, when they sought entrance through the barrier of the space warp surrounding Valaris skies, it proved assailable then and it proved so now; the warp was no barrier to real magic, and thus not to them.

Belun of the Centuar arrived first and he grinned as he landed. Time for action! His golden tail was raised high in challenge and swished gracefully. When physical battles were enjoined Centuar plaited their tails in intricate patterns- the symbolism of war. Belun’s eyes were silver with dark blue pupils, the pupils contracting and expanding in light and dark. His glorious wings, folded now, glinted in the sunlight; a shimmering palette of gold and silver. He was a truly magnificent sight. Let it be said here a Centuar is not a Centaur, a confusion for those who don’t know the truth. A Centaur is a myth, a story, a tale, and may even be real in the back ends of time, for myth frequently has basis in reality, but a Centuar is of the universe, part of time and history and reality, a created legend that continues to breathe and function, think and act. Belun, if one dared query the distinction, would snap at one for confusing one with the other.

Glint of the Sagorin and Llettynn of the Siric arrived simultaneously. Llettynn was in his usual white attire, wings folded sedately. Glint, whose skin tone was a paler green than his companions, had divested himself of eye-catching amber to don shades of green that blended with the Forest; even his boots were green, which Belun smirked at, and only his hair relieved the severity of camouflage. It hung loose, long and enviably thick, the purest white.

Saska of the Sylmer appeared three seconds after, arriving closest to the Well. She complemented Glint in her green tones, but had swapped elven slippers for sturdy hiking boots and tinkling bracelets were missing. A broad leather strap adorned her left upper arm, studded with crimson, sapphire and saffron gems. This was more than adornment; it was a highly effective weapon.

Taranis, having ascertained his team’s safe arrival, came last, appearing at the edge of the clearing, his muscular form clad entirely in grey, the most effective colour of concealment.

He strode forward to meet up at the Well of Crystal Sound.

(using colour to illustrate the impact Guardians have on others)

Gathering of Rain