Book of The Lightborn: Rise

Days of Peace

Avaanel

'How should we call this, graymatter? Hmm, no. Maybe greyearth? Hmm...no,' Avaanel spent most of her time inside a treehouse near the central tree. 'I had to do something, I forgot what though,' inside said tree, many plants, minerals, gems, animal parts and such were present. They were placed on tables made of the same wood, but having tops of stone slabs, roughly broken by other Lightborn. Those tables surrounded her, and with a gesture of her hand, they would start moving alongside the walls, as she had trained the tree in various ways. For the Lightborn, whether it was an animal or a plant, they could find ways to bend their will to their own. They weren't doing it in a malicious way, and it felt almost natural to do so, as if it was their birthright in a way. Kilon pondered a while as to why that is so, but couldn't arrive at an answer without confirming first with the Creator.

Brushing her hand through her short hair, Avaanel was slowly remembering what she was supposed to do. She moved around the higher portion of the tree, where all her little creations were at. She was taking inspiration from the compass Orvus had made, in the meaning that they could make more than just weapons, and various trinkets could come to be useful depending on the situation. Many were failed attempts. From small leaf bags of mushroom powder, that exposed to colder air would expand and glow, which she wanted to use as a means to find each other, to wood contraptions meant to help them travel across harsher terrain.

"I remember!" she exclaimed aloud, some Lightborns hearing her from the outside, as their windows had nothing to cover them, and they were formed not carved, thus the name of living windows. She stood up from her chair, one foot of the chair caught into the floor as the tree tried to take over the wood that wasn't part of it, which Avaanel stopped with a kick of her foot. 'This tree is a stubborn one,' she believed the tree to have a personality of its own, not knowing it was simply reflecting some aspect of hers.

Avaanel hurried down the tree, an opening forming in the floor with her descent, as the step of her true foot was trampling over various materials thrown about, while her false one was moving with a will almost of its own. "Fanteem!" down at the base, the Lightborn to discover the sharp flowers, was sorting through the various materials and organising the place Avaanel didn't bother in doing. She was hanging from a branch erecting from a wall to her left as the floor opening was closing in, and the steps the tree was trained to create were rounding around the edges, their shape almost that of a mushroom of sorts.

"Sister, I told you to not put the drain vines next to the fur of grass boars, they get entangled like this," Fanteem showed a clump of mossy fur and vines intertwined beyond salvation. Fanteem grabbed at them with carelessness, as Avaanel discovered the moss growing on said fur to have the property of inducing sleepiness, while in the case of the drain vines, stopping their movements altogether. Fanteem was wearing clothing meant for protection, with thick skins hidden under a couple thick furs. In places the fur was either ripped, burnt or discoloured, while he was also one of the few Lightborn to wear a type of shoes.

"Forget those things, I just remembered," Avaanel brushed aside his brother's scolding, wanting to talk about something she knew more exciting. "The Groundbreakers return today, so we can build that!" she didn't have the name for it yet, but Avaanel wished to build a forge of sorts. She knew that heat was what bent graymatter, as she tried to name the metal, and her idea was to create a special place for them to heat the metal and bend it to their will. The Groundbreakers she was speaking of, were a group of Lightborn that were redder in glow, and could manipulate earth with more ease, while their strong bodies allowed to dig for longer.

"Kilon will return in a couple of suns' time or so, I don't think we have the time to build 'that' and deal with the other stuff," Fanteem made his way closer to her, moving aside various bags and animal parts. Avaanel, as he saw her, was dressed in similar clothes to his. The difference stood in small cut segments around her clothes, where various tools waited to be used or forgotten by habit. One such tool was a dull, pointy bone with a wooden handle. She used it to poke and probe various plants and animal organs, and when she didn't work, like she did in that moment, she used the palm-long tool to poke her brother in the forehead. "Stop that," Fanteem demanded, pushing her hand aside from below where he stood, "and get down here, help me sort this stuff, then let's help Melonius with his work.".