One to Another {Kala Leukos}

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The flavor of the treats changed from moment to moment, but none of them were unpleasant. If they were concentrated on, the flavors conjured ideas that were not associated with culinary sensations. One bite might taste like arousal or ambition or adoration, however that worked. It seemed a combination of the nature of both confections and the place that held them. While they had a springy substance in the hand, once they passed the lips they melted almost instantly, suffusing Kala with an energy that had nothing to do with her stomach or even her body. There was a reservoir inside the fledgling goddess that eating the pure worship made obvious in the same way that the location of one's stomach becomes obvious only when it is empty.

The bone-deep fatigue began to slacken its hold and clarity to return.

Eshar was watching closely, golden eyes brighter for their attention.

"The aetheric tongue? More like 'the long hiss'." The words were spoken and heard, distinctly, in a language that did, indeed sound like a combination of hisses and rumbles, but while Kala's ears did not know the sounds, her mind interpreted them as easily as it did Common. The host switched back to Common to continue,

"All languages can be understood here. At least, so long as I wish them to. It can help some with learning a language, but hinder others. Nuance is easier to learn with perfect translation, but your mind doesn't learn to listen for it as much as it would in the world. But even I can not teach you a language in a night. So, for now, let's try something easier."

Scooting to the edge of their chair, Eshar held out one hand, palm up.

"You have Elementalism, so I'll assume you know how to make an Elemental Lodestone? Making a tangible version of worship is remarkably similar."

Concentrating on the surface of their hand, Eshar poured the energy of the worship they received from their reservoir into a little pool of power that slowly coalesced into a similar candy to those on the table.

"It can look like whatever you want. I just like candy." They grinned and popped the newly created treat into their mouth where they made it dissolve more slowly so Kala could watch, through her Semblance, as it returned to the reservoir.

"You could also re-absorb it through any part of you, it just makes sense to 'eat' it, so it takes no thought. Worship comes in different forms, but mainly two: Sustained faith, and sudden need. The first typically has to come from a sentient being," They wavered their hand back and forth to imply that 'sentient' was a messy term, "who chooses to worship a deity specifically. They don't have to know that it is you that they worship, but some concept of a god that resonates with your domains. Reverence to your general concept is good, reverence to you specifically is better, but can also be dangerous. More on that later."

They paused to take a sip of whatever was in their own teacup,

"The second kind can come from such followers, and will, in moments of desperation or adoration, but you'll get a lot more from randos. Or," They eyed Kala again, "I do. Your domain might affect that. Lots of people get desperate in their Desires, I don't know how many do for Unity but..."

They shrugged, pondering,

"Asking for help might be considered a version of pleading for Unity. I am excited to find out. Anyway, all of that will go into your 'worship stomach'." They made finger quotes in the air, "Which, at the moment, isn't that big. You don't have that many worshipers yet, and your domain is still fuzzy, if you will, in the group consciousness, hardly there at all, so you probably aren't having much spillover. If you are it is probably just filling your body, giving you energy, reducing the amount you need to sleep or eat to stay healthy. But as you go, you will probably run into times when your reservoir is filling up and you don't need it to currently make any miracles happen. In those cases, you could just do some miracles anyway, but that inevitably leads to more followers, which leads to more worship. It's easier to just push it into little treats or gems or whatever you feel like and hold it for when you need a big bang, or like, I dunno, a big Unity?"

They gestured to Kala with a 'you know what I mean' expression on their face.
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"There seems to be only so much I can learn from books, and dragons do not like to share, at least in my limited experience." She knew there were star dragons out there among the stars, but she didn't yet know how to go out and meet them. She wasn't certain they could survive on rock orbiting a star. The air she breathed was alien to them.

Alas.

When she let her sembling mingle with her divine nature, she found herself picking up two or three of the offerings at once and tasting them. They seemed to burst all the more fiercely; she realized she had found concepts that complemented each other, and the Unity they found in her mouth made them all the more palatable, all the more powerful, at least for her.

Kala nodded, affirming her understanding of basic geomancy. She watched, Saw.

Cupping a hand before her, she reached out of this place they were. That was incorrect. Her understanding of geometry was—not off—but not applicable here, much in the way that she understood how the engines at the hearts of stars worked but didn't have the context to articulate the cascading reaction to anyone else in words they might understand. She reached, and the people of Starfall were as close to her as her neck-vein. In a sense, they were a part of her body, their souls a part of her blood. No, that wasn't right. Not exactly.

Not wrong either, not exactly.

She found she could also sense Kaus and her other bonds as if they were there beside her. Eshar's realm wasn't a place exactly, or, rather, it overlapped place as she understood it, again in a way she couldn't articulate in any language she had studied.

Her mother was in there, somehow both the primal deity one knew from before one achieved consciousness and an interesting insect. Their relationship would only get stranger, but there was a strange sort of worship from the woman. It blended with the rest when she stopped focusing on her in particular. There was Need in her divine blood, but there was also Thanksgiving. Perhaps the people of Starfall, so long used to hiding arcane secrets and looking up to the Avialae dynasty that led them, were best suited for worshiping a new goddess.

Kala's skin began to burn like the surface of a star, without heat. She shone faintly like dawnstone, light wisping away from her like steam. It concentrated in her hand, however. It did not look like food, but it was; food in the shape of a minuscule star. This star was slowly turning, and its substance gradually came apart, descending into her hand to disappear into her flesh. Her veins began to glow like golden rivers through her skin as it was absorbed into her body, which was, for now, still her vessel.

She got the sense that when she fully inhabited the mantle of stars, she might have a nigh unlimited source of sheer power. For now, her psyche shuddered away from the enormity of that.

The blue of her wide eyes was tinged with that selfsame gold as she looked at Eshar in wonder. Her pupils were dilated and so very, very dark, blacker than a starless sky or a deep road into the bowels of the planet. The blackness was hungry, gravity barely held in check. Then she blinked and she was just a young woman, only remarkable for the wings upon her back.

"There is Unity in Desire," she noted, half-fey for the feeding. "The desire for connection is a desire for unity..."
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I tell you: one must still have chaos within oneself,
to give birth to a dancing star.

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