IX. audio [dated to sunrise]

[aslandish]

[ And so it is, that at dawn on the 21st of December, a familiar Song rings out, breaking the stillness with a resonant light. It dips and soars, an earthy sound that speaks of towering mountains and rolling hills, of leafy columns and golden shores, of beginnings and so much else

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[doeswhathewants]

[He can feel this creature in a way that frightens and fascinates him. It's not the overt warlike nature of the Allfather, at least.]

What...who...

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[aslandish]

[ His presence is like sunlight, a beacon shining forth that will never truly dim. ]

My name is Aslan.

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[doeswhathewants]

[Light always draws darkness. And Loki was darkness. Evil. Chaos and destruction. He's afraid of that light even in his want to be near it. Afraid of the want to be in it, around it, afraid of being rejected by it.]

Aslan. [An undercurrent of wonderment to pronunciation of that name.] What are you? [It's a feeble question when he already has an idea.]

[aslandish]

[ Though light is mostly his providence, he well understands the meaning of balance. It was his Voice in the Beginning, after all, that first separated light and dark. ]

I am a Maker.

[ Simply, and without embellishment, to be interpreted as the other wishes. ]

[doeswhathewants]

[He nods to that, for no reason in particular.]

Figured. But this isn't your realm. [Of that he's sure.]

[aslandish]

It is not.

[doeswhathewants]

But how are you stuck here?

[aslandish]

The way is shut.

[doeswhathewants]

I see. [That settles that, at least.]

[aslandish]

[ Considering it only took a small incision in the fabric of this world to unleash a force capable of destroying everything, it settles it quite finally (at least in his mind).

He doesn't cut the feed, however, leaving it open should the other have further questions. ]