Higher Powers of the Island of Paradiso (paradisonpc) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-01 16:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !arva, ~amanda perry (miss_brilliant) |
WHO: Arva & OTA Amanda Perry
WHERE: On the beach
WHEN: Friday
WHAT: Pondering the future of her land
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Complete
The goddess was pleased. Her volunteers, for the most part, were coming together to begin creating the primitive origin of this new world she'd bestowed upon them. There were a few outliers, but that was to be expected. She was pleased with her selections, so far. It interested her that they all seemed set to work as a group and hadn't even considered appointing a leader — she'd intentionally selected a few worthy candidates for that, in case they felt so inclined — or established any sort of community laws yet. It was still early, of course, but perhaps she had chosen so well after all that they felt they didn't need such silly things to govern themselves. They appeared to be quite a cohesive group so far. Leaving Darcy's children and baby Judith under the care of Rick's eldest, Carl had been a choice meant to feed the boy's sense of self. Arva could see in him the burgeoning leader he was meant to someday become, not unlike his father. They were safe, now. Carl may have lost his childhood, but John, Thomas, and Judith didn't have to. Of course, they were also under the watchful eye of the other gods and goddesses, safe in the temple, so the responsibility placed on such a young man wasn't entirely on his shoulders, she'd just wished for him to believe that it was for the time being. It was something of a test, perhaps, to see how well he would cope with helping her raise any future offerings; Children of the Island, as it were, if and when the volunteers took to their most important roles of procreation. Arva would never begrudge them the chance to raise and love their own children, but as she had detailed to Lydia, she was just as content to do it herself and speed up the process so that she might have more volunteers to belong to the community that the others were building. However, until he was old enough to be released into it on his own, Carl would remain in her care with his sister and the twins, and Arva thought he might be put to good use helping her form the young minds and giving them a sense of self-preservation. If there was one potential benefit to that boy having been robbed of his childhood by an unforgiving world, it was that he had a firm enough grasp on that. Rough around the edges, but so, so much potential. Arva wanted to watch them for hours, the volunteers. Some days, she had. Out of their lines of vision, just outside their peripheral; up from above. She loved to see the things they were creating and the way that they were all jumping to help one another learn and grow as a group as well as individually. It was rather refreshing to see, if she was being honest. But she did not wish to interfere with them. Arva remained largely out of sight so as not to intimidate or pressure them; she was not ignorant to the fact that her status could be perceived in either of those manners and she did not wish them to feel that way. Like a child filled with the wonderment of seeing something incredible for the very first time, though, she was unable to tear her vision from them. Some had reached out. She found it interesting to see who shared their information and who had not; and why. Today, she decided that, should anyone feel so inclined, she would allow them to see her. Arva walked the pristine beach, glimmering white dress flowing in the soft breeze behind her as she went. She was in clear and plain sight, cloaked only by the disinterest of others. Should someone approach the beach and feel less than inclined to see her, they would not, but if someone were to wonder about her or wanted to see her, she would be in clear view to them. |