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SΓ³l

"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides."

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a character in “Awakenings”, as played by Cloud

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      F U L LXN A M E
      XXXXXSΓ³l


      A L I A S
      XXXXXSunna Mundilsdotter


      N I C K N A M E S
      XXXXXSunna, Sun "Although I have also been called 'Sunshine',
      XXXXX'Ever-glow', 'All-shining' and many others."



      A G E
      XXXXXAppears early twenties


      R O L E
      XXXXXSol, Norse Goddess of the Sun


      L O Y A L T Y
      XXXXXThe Awakened, The Gods



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D I V I N I T Y
Sol is the Norse personification of the Sun, tasked with riding across the sky on her chariot pulled by the horses Alsvid ("all swift") and Arvak ("early riser"). She brings light, warmth, and life to the earth with her daily travels, while her brother Mani rides across the sky in the night as the Moon. Chasing her is the monstrous wolf Skoll, who, it is said, will catch and devour her at Ragnarok. Solar eclipses occur when Skoll manages to nip at her heels, partially blocking out the sun. Sol's powers revolve around light, heat, and to a certain extent healing. Along with the usual abilities attributed to the gods and goddesses (longevity, enhanced stamina, extrasensory awareness, etc), Sunna can conjure and manipulate light, create fire, and use her warm rays to heal the diseased and injured. Sunlight strengthens her and darkness retreats at her approach.


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X XH E I G H TX X X X X X XX X X X XW E I G H T
X X X X5 ft 6 in or 168 cm X X X X X X X X X X X114 lbs or 52 kg



X XH A I RXC O L O U RX X X X X X XE Y EXC O L O U R
X X X XLight, Golden BlondeX X X X X X X X X XPale Green



X XG E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E
In years gone by Sol's appearance was distinguished by a glowing aura, a shimmering light that surrounded her person when she called on it. It seemed to grow and glimmer with her mood, almost vanish in the bright, midday sun, and glow strongest in the darkest hour. The golden goddess is now unable to call on this aura, its only remnants seen in the lustre of her golden hair or the golden flecks in her eyes. Even so, without the magical aura there is still a certain lightness to Sol. Fair skinned with large, expressive eyes, and full lips more likely to smile than frown, many have called Sol a beauty in the past. The only mark on her flawless skin is the small tattoo on her left wrist.

X XX X Like many other Norse gods, Sol has thrown off the heavy clothing of her Nordic past in favour of lighter sun dresses and more modern, fashionable clothing. Her style, if she has one, is simple, comfortable, and tidy. One will commonly find her outfitted in slim pants and a loose jersey, though in the warmer months pants are replaced with floating dresses.

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Q U I R K S
        Never burns in the sunlight; seems to gain an inch in height under the midday sun; can accurately tell the time of day by the position of the sun; loves cats and otters; hums old Scandinavian tunes while gardening

T A L E N T S
        A skilled gardener; gifted horse rider; capable at hand-to-hand combat (though used mainly for self-defence), decent first-aider; speaks fluent English, German, and all Nordic languages, past and present; compassionate; honest; friendly

F L A W S
        Trusts too easily; avoids complete darkness when possible; has a hard time letting go of the past; becomes easily dependent on others; over-protective; dislikes speaking of the other Sol.

F E A R S
        There are two things Sol fears above all else. The first is Lupophobia, the fear of wolves, thanks in part to the beast Skoll and his constant hunt. The second is athazagoraphobia, the fear of being forgotten or abandoned.

S E C R E T S
        As with everyone Sol does have secrets, though they are by no means earth-shifting mysteries. Possibly the biggest secret is that she misses the simplicity of human life and the people that were, however temporary, her family.



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Sol is, in general, a benevolent deity. Much like the Sun she personifies, Sol has always been known as a warm, generous goddess. For the majority of her life she has carried out her duties and served humanity with a gentle, kind-hearted grace. Characterised by her golden hair and sincere smile, the goddess is able to light up any room she enters with her presence. While she may not be as quick to joke as some, nor as confident, there is a certain honest friendliness that draws people in. Calm and patient, she will listen to problems with a caring ear and offer sage advice without an ounce of judgement.

Though a kind soul, one should not forget that Sol is a Norse Goddess. She cannot claim being among the famed warrior deities, but she is proficient in hand-to-hand combat, though rarely does she use it for anything other than self-defence. Still, it does not do to insult her or those she loves within ear shot, as Sol will defend herself and others vehemently. Thankfully for those who gain her ire, Sol is a forgiving goddess. Grudges are too much of a burden and Sol believes there is little to be gained from holding on to ancient rivalries, though there are always exceptions to every rule. When it comes to trust, Sol’s is easily won. It is both a weakness and a strength, for though her open friendliness draws people in, it also exposes herself to pain.

Not all is bright smiles with Sol, under the shining façade is a being who has become almost accustomed to being forgotten. She has watched countless other entities fade into oblivion, some also claiming sovereignty over the sun, and fears the day when she too will disappear from memory. It has made her more dependent on those she is close with. Be they gods or mortals she now finds it hard to let go, one of the reasons she misses her mortal family so much. She grows over-attached quickly, and then, when torn from those she cares for, falls almost to the point of depression. But the sun is meant to be a beaming entity, so Sol pretends to be just that, painting a false smile on her face as if nothing truly pains her.



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A S L E E P
      Sol spent one hundred and twenty years in slumber

A W A K E
      She was one of the first to awaken, regaining her godly memories six months ago.

H I S T O R Y
      Born to Mundilfari, it is told she and her brother were so beautiful they were named for the sun (SΓ³l) and the moon (MΓ‘ni). Angered by Mundilfari's arrogance, the gods had SΓ³l and MΓ‘ni placed in the heavens, tasked with driving chariots to illuminate the worlds. She spent her days being chased across Midgard's sky by the wolf Skoll, and her nights among her brethren in Asgard. She was in the minds of Vikings as they sailed through bright, sunny days on their way to southern raids, and was able to place new roots in America when a group of Northern explorers found themselves washing up on the new continent. America offered new opportunities for the gods and for a time Sol had naught to worry about. Eventually her followers began to die and with them their stories of the famed Sun Goddess.

      Sol put herself to sleep over a century ago, her residue magic helping her slot in to one human family after another with ease. In recent years she was to be found in California, attending university. Sol had parents, siblings, and friends, who were all lost when she woke. It happened one morning with sunlight pouring on her face, the knowledge of exactly who and what she was washing over her in one brief, enlightening second. All her human memories are still present, including the century worth of memories of families and friends long gone. Though she has lived for thousands of years and seen countless mortals die, she misses those she lived with as a human. Even so, with her divine memories restored she immediately picked up the life she had left 120 years ago, starting her search for other awakened deities.

      While Sunna has made contact with many other awakened gods, the increasing support for Loki's group is causing a stir in the divine community. She hopes that those who have joined him will see the error of their ways and return to the right side eventually. Though, for now she is simply focused on waking the remaining gods before Loki does.



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D I A L O G U EXC O L O U R:
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F A C EXC L A I M:
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P O R T R A Y E DXB Y:
Cloud

I N S P I R A T I O N
Inspiration for the aesthetics of this sheet comes from
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So begins...

SΓ³l's Story

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Date:
1st February,
2015


Time:
11.59am


Where:
San Francisco


Weather:
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    The mortal residents of San Francisco city were unaware that their city was about to play host to a battle of divine proportions. In fact, one could argue that the gods themselves were unaware of the approaching battle, especially those gods who still considered themselves human. Yet, they are the ones that have brought this war to the streets of the Foggy City, albeit unknowingly.

    Drawn by the feeling that gods are to be found in the city, various factions are arriving in an attempt to wake and persuade these sleeping deities to join their side. There is Loki and his 'friends', whose purpose is largely unknown. Opposing them are those deities who claim allegiance to The Gods as a whole.

    We begin at midday on the 1st day of February. The Trickster and his followers are to be found in the penthouse of a downtown hotel, paid for no doubt through some trickery of the Norse God. The Awakened gods standing against Loki have chosen to meet at Union Square, a central hub of the city and to their minds no better place to start their search. As for the slumbering, they could be anywhere. In a city of over 800,000 finding a sleeping god will be no simple task.




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"Keep you face to the sun,
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For SΓ³l, time was not read on the screen of a phone or the hands of a watch. Instead SΓ³l told time by the placement of the sun. Even through heavy storm clouds the goddess would always know the position of that celestial body, as certain of its location as she was of how many fingers she had on her hand, or toes on her feet. With the sun at its pinnacle even mortals could guess that it was midday, and the Norse Goddess merely had to use her eyes rather than her depleted powers to sense the time.

Midday in the central hub of San Francisco is busier than most times. People teem across Union Square, some seeking out shelter from the wind, while others idle outside cafes and shops as they wait for friends or chat with colleagues. Sol stands alone amongst the mass of humans, waiting below the Dewey Memorial with her face tilted up as if admiring the statue sitting atop the column of concrete. In fact Sol's sight is more critical than admiring as she gazes at the bronzed figure of Nike, the winged Greek Goddess of Victory. Having met Victory when Sol still claimed Scandinavia as her home, the Sun Goddess can tell anyone who wanted to know that the bronzed figure atop the pedestal looked vastly different to the real Nike. The wings were about right, but the serene look on the statue’s face was nothing like the competitive, strained expression Sol remembered. Still, if the statue offered even an ounce of the victory the goddess once promised her followers, then Sol could live with the inaccuracy.

Turning her attention from the statue Sol casts her gaze around the square, pale green eyes warmed with flecks of gold searching for any sign of a familiar face or a sense of a nearing god. With their powers as limited as they are, it's almost impossible to sense another god as they were once able to do. Now deities can pass within feet of another, their powers sufficiently suppressed that neither will know their neighbour's true identity until one accidentally brushes against the other. Even then all the contact tells the gods is that the other being is no mortal. It does not reveal who they may be, where they're from, or what they reign over. With the slumbering gods even this trick is lost, which is one of the factors that makes waking them that much harder. To have to search through millions of humans in the quest for a handful of gods is a tremendous undertaking.

"Kemst þó hægt fari." Sol thinks to herself, "You will reach your destination even though you travel slowly." The rough English translation forming in her mind a second after the Icelandic. It has some bearing on the current situation, calling for patience in the face of such a large task. But patience is not always conducive to victory, not when Loki has gathered a group of strong defectors to his side, intent on reaping chaos and unfolding carefully laid plans. His plans, whatever they may be, seek to create an imbalance amongst the gods. When they should be teaming together for their own survival, he is manipulating others for his own purposes. It does not do to dwell on such thoughts. Sol well knows the danger of getting caught up them. The seemingly perpetually optimistic goddess shakes her head to clear her mind of the worrying thoughts, golden curls bouncing around her shoulders at the movement.

She takes a seat on an empty bench, brushing invisible speaks of dust from her white skirt with delicate fingers. As she waits to be joined by her companions, Sol lets her mind wander across the collection of people gathering and crossing the public plaza. A mother and her new born daughter pass within metres of the goddess, the small baby earning a warm smile from the Scandinavian native. Next a group of young children's shouting calls her to the left, her eyes alighting on three siblings playing make believe while their parents follow at a statelier pace. Sol watches them play as they leap across the square's pavement, their game shifting between playing wizards and witches, to cops and robbers as their attention flows. Even as she watches she sees the trouble coming, observing as the oldest child’s face twists up in anger and his foot is thrust out to trip his younger brother. A cry rings out in the square, the youngest child clutching his scraped knee as tears threaten. Sol is there in a second, before his parents have even registered the sound. Her gentle smile has the child sniffing back his tears in a moment, his anxiety disappearing as her hand comes to rest over his knee. A flickering warmth spreads from her hand to the young boy’s knee, transforming his expression into one of wonder as his tiny wound heals before his eyes. It's all she can do nowadays, little cuts and scraps that would heal naturally in no time at all.

Then Sol is stepping back, making way for his caregivers as they fuss at him. Sol makes eye contact with the parents, offering them a genuine smile which they return almost instinctively, before taking her leave of the family. As the family move off the youngest son glances back, his eyes as wide as saucepans as he stares at the Sun goddess. Sol merely smiles back, knowing that within the hour she will be but a distant, fading memory. Once he and his family have disappeared back into the crowds Sol settles back on her bench, content to watch the passing mortals as she waits for the arrival of her fellow gods.

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вяιgнтєя Ρ‚Π½Ξ±Ξ· gΟƒβ„“βˆ‚ .

A N N E. R I C E.
"'I am in love with you', I responded.
He laughed the most beguiling and gentle laugh.
'Of course you are,' he replied.
'I understand perfectly because I'm in love with myself. The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control.'"


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Why, he wanted to ask her. Why would you have us meet at this gods forsaken hour? 11.59am was not the time for consciousness, much less comprehension. He'd agreed because his heart was incapable of multitasking, and could only supply oxygen to his brain or his manhood, never both. It almost always delegated its efforts to fuelling the latter. He convinced himself that his heart was a facet of his autonomic nervous system and this rendered him incapable of doing more than follow its whims like a slave to his mistress. To witness the brilliance of the Goddess of the Sun and deny himself the pleasure of courting her was akin to handing him a piece of bubble wrap and asking him not to pop it. It was virtually impossible, and so he'd said of course, when she'd asked him to join the resistence, sunlight kissing the tips of her long lashes, and he'd said of course again when she insisted on meeting in the wee hours of the afternoon. So SΓ³l says and so it shall be.

He was smitten.

That, however, did not stop him from opening his bed and his shirt to the two women lounging like slumbering vixens on either side of him. The blonde giggled and batted lazily at the air in her sleep as AndrΓ©s rolled to his side, abdominal muscles flexing with the movement as he reached over her ample chest to fumble for the iPhone 6+ nestled beneath a vermillion bra. His eyes narrowed against the flourescent screen as he squinted at the time. He cursed.


They parted for him, they always did. Perhaps the red sea knew fire and earth when it saw them or humans had a subconscious awareness of the inifinite when it pierced through their mortal lives. Humans would never fly beyond their aluminium boxes, or taste sunlight as if it were a tangible friend. They would never feel the earth shift beneath their feet and know it was they who commanded it to. Empires would fall and governments would rise from the rubble, but they would never live to see it. They would stare at infinite leafs of paper their dying minds would ultimately forget and slave away in their plastic cubicles, but they would also laugh, love, live, and know that their actions would be of no consequence to the earth spinning on its axis. An ant's nudge was infinitesimal, their guilt with limits, but a God's touch was a shove that could shatter the glass sphere that was earth. The God of Earth and Fire wasn't sure if he pitied the humans or envied them.

They watched him. Some with envy, most with lust, but none approached when they followed his gaze to find a stunning woman comforting a small child. Her beauty complimented his, and they exhaled a breath of disappointment. They must be models, an older woman told her daughter. Princes like princesses, guess that leaves the rest of us with plain old frogs, a girl told her friend. She's not that pretty, came the reply, and though her friend nodded, she knew it was a lie. His polished Tanino Crisci Lilian's stilled as he watched her smile, warmth radiating from her in metaphorical and literal waves. He wore his button-up rolled at the elbows, but even the crinkles in the material from being tossed haphazardly over the blonde's - or had it been the redhead's - standing mirror did not detract from the fine quality of his shirt. There was a single constant in his borrowed life of lovers he never card to count or know, and that was that AndrΓ©s Rafael Medeiros had never been poor. He radiated wealth from the $1.5 million Jaeger-LeCoultre at his wrist to the obsidian Lamborghini parked in the edges of the square.

There was an audible moan from a spectator when he knelt before the Goddess of Light, and took her hand in his own. He brushed his lips over the underside of her wrist, right over a pulsing vein that led to her heart. He peered at her through a curtain of thick lashes women throughout the world would've exchanged limbs for, dark eyes gleaming with flecks of gold and emerald. A teasing smile flirted the corners of his lips and summoned a dimple at his cheek.

"SΓ³l of my soul," he whispered, humour and seriousness mixing into a concoction that rolled from his tongue in a low rumble.

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Oh how long had it been? A hundred? Maybe five hundred years since she'd last seen something as strange as a foreign deity? And she meant a real one too, not one of those Disney versions that seemed so popular among parents and children. She had to admit, there were very few deities of other cultures that she'd known. Most gods she knew were other Gasin like her and the few that she did were Chinese. They were very old, immemorial now and compared to the gods and goddeses she would be meeting, they were powerless. She surmised that none of the others were Korean like her because in all the Korean communities of San Francisco she'd visited she hadn't sensed one single god or goddess. Granted, she could have just been using the wrong sample size, but it was likely that Korean shamanism just wasn't present here anymore.

It was times like these that she wished she'd been Norse, Greek, or Roman, something that was still relevant in the very white America that she decided to slumber in. The Norse had a superhero, Minerva was on California's seal, and the Greeks had a whole children's book series written by Rick Riordan! Don't ask how she knew that. She totally didn't enjoy the series and read in hopes that there would be some other Pantheons involved (hint: there was and it was exactly what you'd expect). She also totally didn't end up continuing to read anyway due to her compulsions to complete things from start to finish. Totally.

At the very least it gave her something to do on the Muni bus while she waited for her stop. Her bakery was far and away from Union Square so the walk was a tad too much for her aching soul. Yes, the bus was slow and the lunch rush was even worse but she'd allocated enough time to account for the fact the traffic. She would be there soon, if not she had written down a three dollar expense on a blueberry muffin for Sol who, hopefully, didn't have Celiac's disease. Vegan she could do, but gluten-free baked goods were the devil.

She pulled the stop and slipped her purse onto her shoulder as she departed from the back.

Union Square was well-known among anyone who visited and the place to go on a boring Sunday so she wasn't surprised that it was packed with tourists. Between the Asians doing weird squats to get the perfect picture, affluent twenty-somethings carrying armloads of bags, and San Franciscans that looked like they actually had somewhere to be Eopsin didn't seem so out of place, but she could sense something, someone in the crowd. It was like a bright beacon, radiating from the center of the plaza.

Sol? Seoul? She giggled to herself. She needed to remember that one for later.

Probably. The goddess was named so because of she represented the sun and after some online research apparently she was a Norse goddess who drove the chariots across the sky to bring daylight whilst her brother brought the night. In her culture they had Haemosu who wore a crown of crow's feathers and wielded a sword of his own while driving his chariot across the sky. She sometimes wondered if the different sun gods and goddesses, those whose duty it was to pull the chariots ever crossed paths. They were all under the same sky were they not? She didn't understand how they didn't run into each other (or perhaps that was what caused solar eclipses).

Eopsin giggled once more, drawing a small look from one of the parents passing by but took no notice as she gravitated toward another godly presence. She wasn't the first to arrive which was fine with her, but judging by the lack of other presences she certainly wasn't the last. This was fine with her since she'd taken the extra time to look formal, sporting heeled boots to go with her orange mini-dress, belt, and black stockings. She was excited and she didn't want to overdress for the occasion, but it was special and she certainly wanted to look her best when meeting everyone.

Stepping toward the Nike statue at the center of the park she let out a sigh. Not a sigh of relief, but a sigh of exasperation. There was a man kneeling before a blonde woman and he was at the very least, enamored by her. She assumed that the blonde was Sol given how very...sunny her disposition was, but wasn't entirely sure about the Latino man. He was a very handsome man too, dressed from head to toe in designer and that watch.

Eopsin lifted her sunglasses. Jaeger-LeCoultre, she thought to itself. And it was real too. How much was that thing and who did she need to extort to get it? No she wouldn't do that but she was sure as hell going to get a knock-off if she ever found one. But for now she needed to interrupt those two in the least awkward way possible.

"Hate to interrupt your moment but uh Eopsin," she waved, "goddess of wealth. Hi."

Okay well at least she could still get the watch later.

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β€œThe very essence of romance
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If it had been summer, the heat of the sun's rays would have been a blissful warmth on Sol's back, an ethereal pressure against her skin offering as much comfort to the sun goddess as mortals might find in the hug of a loved one or kind words from a friend. As it is, even with the sun in the sky's zenith, the winter rays lack the visible heat that Sol craves. Their warmth is minimal, obscured by a biting wind and groupings of interfering clouds, but what little comfort winter's weakened rays offer, Sol accepts with a gracious smile. Besides, today feels good, as if anything were possible, as if there wasn't a growing opposition fighting to disrupt plans carefully laid out over a century ago. The optimist in Sol clings to the hope that she and those arriving in the square today will be able to offer significant resistance to Loki and his followers, because the alternative is too dire to dwell on.

With such thoughts prominent in her mind, it takes a moment for Sol's attention to shift. When it does it is because Sol can feel the light pinprick of mortal gazes on her and the heated stare of another god. Huallallo-Caruincho, more commonly known by his mortal alias AndrΓ©s Medeiros, stands out from the crowd like a beacon on a foggy night. He walks with confidence, as at home with the stares of every passing female - and many males - following him as Sol might be in an open field bathed in sunlight. It only takes a glance to understand why he's tracked with such greedy desire, he is undeniably stunning. Unmarred tanned skin, offering clues of his South American homeland, is complimented by rings of thick dark hair. A striking jawline, sharp cheekbones, and a flirtatious smile that hints at what more could follow given the chance all add to the appeal. And those eyes, deep eyes one could drown in highlighted with glorious greens and golds. They have always been her favoured feature of the Volcano God and she finds herself gazing into their depths as his hands capture her own so that he can brush full lips across her wrist.

Sol is genuinely pleased to see the god, appreciating his support as the battle for the sleeping deities continues. Against Loki they will need all the help they can get, and Andres' resources and divine talents help ease Sol's anxiety. Not to mention that Sol has grown attached to the flirtatious deity in the time they've known each other, her patience rarely growing thin at his many attempts to woo and seduce her. She assumes it to be a game to the God, and so does her best to ignore his many flirtations and implications. Of course, even the goddess of the sun is not exempt from blushing at his attentions, a light flush creeping across her cheeks though she can easily catch the mixed humour in his tone. Even so, his words elicit a light laugh from the goddess and, despite the obvious flirting, her gaze is warm as she welcomes him, "Andres, I'm so glad you could make it."

Then Sol's beaming smile is being trained on another arrival whose introduction leaves no question as to who she is. Eopsin, Korean Goddess of Wealth stands but a few feet away, watching the exchange between Sol and Andres. While Sol might not have much of an eye for designer clothing - though she knows that everything Andres is wearing is ridiculously expensive - she can appreciate a well-put together outfit, as displayed by the petite Korean Goddess. Retrieving her hand from Andres' hold Sol turns so she can give her full attention to the new arrival. "Eopsin, welcome!" Sol greets warmly, taking a short step towards the new goddess as she addresses her, "I am Sol, Norse Goddess of the Sun, call me Sol or Sunna. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

From what Sol has gathered Eopsin has called San Francisco home for some time, so of any of the gods gathered in the square today, the Korean goddess should know how to navigate the streets with ease. In fact what if the other goddess had already chanced upon another god? Sol knew that that idea might be too much to ask, but the Sun Goddess can hope and she wastes no time putting it in a question to the goddess, "Tell me, in all your travels around the city since you have woken, have you chanced upon or glimpsed any sleeping gods?"

Sol casts her gaze back to the God standing with them, her gaze equally curious and hopeful as she offers him a question too, "I can sense four or five sleeping gods, have you any idea of who they might be?" Sol can feel their presence in the back of her mind, a small pressure that tells her they are in the city even if it doesn't inform her where in the city or who they are. The strength of their slumbering divinity only offers her so much information, though even in waking that power doesn’t give them much more information about their fellow deities. Along with the sleeping gods Sol can feel the existence of a handful of woken gods, Andres and Eopsin being two of those. The others, Sol has no doubt, belong to the Norse God of Chaos and his followers. If that is the case then as soon as she and her allies can begin their search, the better.

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At first, he refused to give himself hope that there were other divinities out there still alive and well. The blue funk that carried on since awakening from his slumber, it seemed, had not been shaken off completely. He would have closed himself off to the idea of such had it not been for his uncle Ogma. Ever the writer that he was, he had sent correspondence in the form of letters to himβ€”unsurprisingly from D.C, and they were enough to nudge him partially out of the pessimism and into the realm of the living, and enough so that he agreed to come to the meeting that was to be held. In fact, though he didn't sleep like humans did, he was sure that if he did like the rest of them, he would have lost quite an amount of it over his excitement. Finally and after so long, he would be able to interact with other divinities and feel their auras make the air positively vibrateβ€”and the best part about it was that only a very few humans were able to feel it too to some extent, thereby maintaining that sense of exclusivity to it as if it were a club of some sort. Oh, if only they knew what it did to him.

He had let a week pass, each night staring at the calendar in his small apartment; however, instead of sitting around and spending his days waiting for it to happen he distracted himselfβ€”and constantly. Money was, regrettably, something he needed and what better way to take down two birds with one stone (that and the distraction) than to work? Energy was of little consequence considering what strength his attenuated powers still afforded him, and that made his situation all the more favorable.

A few weeks into his awakening, Aonghus arranged with Ogma to create Lennan Gillespie: his new identity while here in America. Once they had completed all the detailsβ€”and, surprisingly, he was very thorough with the details. He then took a temporary job working the docks of Pier 80. It was a familiar line of work considering that he had done the same when he had first arrived. It took some time for him to shadow, having absolutely no idea how to operate the heavy machinery at first. For the people involved, more specifically the man he shadowed under while there, it was problematic and he was on the verge of losing his job but after a while of the exertion and the odd bit of harassment here and there, he was able to get used to it. It wasn't until recently that he decided to start busking, not knowing where else to release his anxiety about the meeting.

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Once the day of the meeting finally came, Aonghus had somewhat forgotten about it, the only reason for having arrived at all was that he had a gut feeling. He had been performing around Fisherman's Wharf and, somewhat impulsively, headed to Union Square as if it were the place to be. (The tourists seemed to know that much better than he did. He wasn't sure whether or not it was a good or a bad idea, their knowing something thanks to the ease technology brought them through smartphones or 'Google'.)

What he hadn't expected was to seeβ€”or feel three particular individuals in the crowd. He slung his guitar case a bit more over his shoulder and made his way to them, though he hadn't expected the sudden shivers to come over him once he was in their vicinity.

The blonde Scandinavian radiated warmth. Benevolence.

The dark-haired Asian? Straightforward, like she meant business.

The exotic man? He would have to keep an eye out for him in future.

He was distracted from his thoughts until he heard the first woman speak.

"I am Sol, Norse Goddess of the Sun, call me Sol or Sunna. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Is this some sort of model scouting circle? Like that Tyra... Banks show? I doubt I'd be able to stay on for very long," he joked, smiling at the three of them before he gave something of a nervous chuckle. "Ah, right. I'm Aonghus, by the way. Sorry for the delay. Had a bit of a situation over at the wharf."

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A shadow fell over the Goddess of Light before a voice that tinkled like wind chimes and rustling grass drifted over them. "Hate to interrupt your moment," it said in the rise and fall of its lilting pitch. "But uh Eopsin, Goddess of Wealth." It punctuated its introduction with a "hi" that seemed more young woman than ancient Goddess. AndrΓ©s rose to his full height before turning to gaze at the small thing that stood before him. His eyes were dark, his dark brows pulled low, a promise and an invitation sparking in the gold rivulets pulsating from his dilated pupils as she took in the raven hair that spilled past her shoulders. Her eyes curved into an almond slant that emphasised the height of her cheekbones. His eyes drifted lower to find a body that certainly did her face justice before his eyes flicked upwards to catch her gaze.

"Eopsin," he uncoiled the name with his tongue, staring at her past a fringe of achingly long lashes. Eopsin, a Korean name. He'd had one last week, but that one paled against the Goddess whose head scarcely reached his shoulder. A corner of his lips lifted in a smile as he spoke. "AndrΓ©s," he said by way of introduction. "The pleasure is mine."

He shifted away from the Goddess as he heard another approach. "Is this some sort of model scouting circle? Like that Tyra... Banks show? I doubt I'd be able to stay on for very long," the newcomer began. AndrΓ©s raised an eyebrow in reply as "I'm Aonghus" excused himself for his tardiness. The name was a strange one and for a fleeting instant, a spark of hope ignited at the thought that Huallallo-Caruincho might not be the most bizarre name one could possess. Aonghus rang a bell somewhere distant, perhaps he was of the Gaelic pantheon, but AndrΓ©s could not decipher what he was worshipped for or known to be. The man was above average in aesthetics but did not seem to possess astronomical prowess in the charisma department, unless one was mesmerised by young boys who cleaned pools part-time in the Summer. Unless he possessed some ethereal talents in the bedroom or was the God of Love, AndrΓ©s doubted very much that Aonghus would be a threat. Sol - and the women, now that he'd seen Eopsin - were his only reason he was standing there instead of sleeping as he should be after all.

"Tell me, in all your travels around the city since you have woken, have you chanced upon or glimpsed any sleeping gods?" Sol inquired. He turned to her, lifting his head to look thoughtfully at the sky, but really he wanted to give them a good view of his jawline and appear to care. "I can sense four or five sleeping gods, have you any idea of who they might be?"

Pulses past before he spoke. "My contacts" - the word made his little sister's boorish boyfriend greater than he was - "informed me of a recent death that might be of interest. He was the leader of a human trafficking and underground cage fighting circuit based in New York City." AndrΓ©s pivoted his body slightly towards Sol as he spoke to her, capturing her clear jade eyes. He is also in the business of selling quality human organs, he didn't say. Semi-annual clearance: two kidneys for the price of one. Limited time only, he thought with a wry smile. "He was found dangling in his cage last week with his severed head at his feet. Poetic justice, I suppose," he said lightly before taking a step closer, as if the next words were a secret or a whisper of blasphemy. "He called himself Chernobog.

"Before he died, anyway," he said suddenly in the faint silence that followed his proclamation, his voice returning to the casual tone of quite a cloudy day today. "They say his killer was 'Chernobog's' best fighter. They called him the Celt in the cages." At that he spared Aonghus a glance. Perhaps he knew something more. "He is allegedly undefeated," he offered. "Last I garnered, he was seen in Oakland. I doubt he will survive much longer, what with half the American gangs after what they perceive to be retribution." he finished with a shrug. He was aware that it was not much of a lead and it might've been pure coincidence, but the others might gleam something he'd missed. All he knew was that Chernobog was the name of a deity. It was possible that this 'Celt' could be a worshipper who could provide them with a better lead or even a slumbering God. If anything, his intel would serve as a warning that there might be a powerful individual who either disliked his boss or found divine names offensive, and who was hostile enough to decapitate a man.

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"The pleasure is all mine," Eopsin replied, spreading her attention between the two of them.

No doubt the two gods before her had a friendly relationship. Sol, blushing bashfully and Andres (because she couldn't pronounce his real name) smiling mirthfully. If it weren't for Sol's controlled response Eopsin might have thought that the two were a couple. They had quite the chemistry, even if He was an attractive person for sure with unruly curls of hair to accompany his bronzed complexion. In his full height he stood more than a head above her, but under the San Franciscan sun he seemed even taller. Like Sol was the embodiment of the sun (or at least the Norse version), Andres radiated the heat of a volcano (and perhaps the rest of South America) in his eyes. Where Sol was warm and inviting, Andres was hot. Yes he was objectively, aesthetically pleasing but also alluring. She was all business but she wasn't afraid to admit that one of the fellow gods caught her eye. Were this a different time and place she might have entertained the idea of flirting with him, but alas...They were on a mission to find the awakened.

"Is this some sort of model scouting circle? Like that Tyra... Banks show? I doubt I'd be able to stay on for very long," a new voice asked.

He introduced himself as Aonghus, Celtic god of love, before flashing a smile that let Eopsin. Like everyone else, he had model-good looks and emanated his own sort of attraction but she knew little about what sort of "love" Aonghus was meant to represent. Was it romantic like Aphrodite? Familial like Hestia? He didn't look like a family man. He seemed very young, even compared to the rest of the gods who all took the forms of twenty-somethings. His voice was nervous, as though he'd never met any of them before. His whole visage was strange to her. She couldn't gauge the type of person he was now or even how he might have been in the past. European gods that weren't over saturated in media were outside her realm of knowledge. Honestly, the only reason that she knew about Andres was because she read a few lines of Wikipedia while waiting for the bus.

Was that really everyone though? She had to admit, it was a pretty paltry turn out if it was just going to be the four or five of them. She was hoping for more gods, more who hadn't faded away into nothingness or more that awoke from their slumber. It was possible that there were a few that were unaligned, but siding with Loki was a much more likely explanation. They didn't know how many gods were on his side or even how long everyone had been having their little meetings. For all she knew they could already have a game plan and the locations of all the slumbering gods, or worse! He could have already manipulated them toward his faction.

"Tell me, in all your travels around the city since you have woken, have you chanced upon or glimpsed any sleeping gods?"

"Nothing quite as interesting as murder, but I felt someone particular nearby," her tone became serious, "it has only been in the past few weeks, but I've felt a familiar presence roaming around San Francisco. They aren't a Gasin like me but they aren't like the rest of the slumbering gods. It's possible that they might be from East Asia or close to it."

It was true that there were at least four of five roaming around in San Francisco but many of the sleepers were hazy shadows in the back of her mind. Most of them weren't even Asian, but the one that was made her wonder about his or her lineage. Filipino? Chinese? Japanese? Gods Her she hoped not. Unfortunately, her powers weren't to the point that she could automatically detect others (she was sure no one's was) so the best she could hope to do is recognize them on the street, but they hadn't been lucky enough for that to happen. All those who passed through her bakery had been normal, useless (okay not useless but...) mortals. There wasn't anyone who could have helped her or prepared her for what was to come.

If they couldn't find this god, it would be on her.

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Had just one god beside herself turned up at the meeting, Sol would have been happy, but to have three other deities appear in support of their cause was enough to have Sol beaming from the first to the last. She welcomes Aonghus with a smile just as warm as what she used to greet Andres and Eopsin, though before she can verbally offer a greeting Sol's attention is caught by the South American god standing beside her.

Andres' words prove unsettling, and Sol listens with avid attention, catching his eye as he informs the company of the find of a dead man who once claimed to be Chernobog. Sol doubts very much that the man in question was the infamous Slavic god himself. Though she has never met Chernobog she knows Belobog, the light to his dark, well. From all she has heard of the Slavic God of Evil he would not be easy to kill. His worshippers used to fear even speaking his name, so she doesn't believe that the man found dead was Chernobog at all. Of course, that still begs the question of who this mysterious cage fighter is. The style of the killing doesn't bode well and Sol can imagine by the sound of Andres' news that the fighter would be just the type of recruit that Loki would be interested in.

Sol thanks Andres for his information with an appreciative look and a smile before shifting her gaze to Eopsin. The Korean goddess offers a tantalising hope of a mysterious god, Asian in origin. No matter how vague, it is a promising lead, and Sol has faith that if they can reach this god before Loki and his collaborators, they might have a chance of gaining the advantage.

It's the thought of Loki and his gang that has Sol eager to begin their search. "Welcome Aonghus, I'm grateful that you made it today." Sol begins, finally verbally greeting the newest addition to their group. Then her warm eyes turn to Andres, "If your contacts pick up any more information on this fighter I would be interested in hearing it. They could prove a valuable asset to our side if we can find them..." What goes unsaid is the fact that the god could also be a dangerous enemy if found first by Loki. Sol shudders at the very thought of such an alliance.

"Eopsin," Sol begins, turning her mind to more immediate matters, "Is there an area of the city where you've felt this god's presence more than the others?" She asks, her voice hopeful. If they could somehow narrow down the area they could make shorter work of finding the deity. Already a plan is forming in Sol's head, albeit a very rudimentary plan. "We should split into pairs and comb the city, starting with the places where you have sensed this god, Eopsin." Sol says. addressing the whole group as she bounces her idea around, "That way we can cover more ground as we search. Andres, perhaps you and Eopsin can search together, and Aonghus and I will take the other half of the city."

Even to her own ears the plan sounds weak, but there's no way their limited powers will let them search the city any faster. Footing it through the streets has proved effective in the past few months, so Sol can only cross her fingers and pray to whatever being answers the prayers of gods that it works this time. "Make sure to keep everyone updated. If you find your god I'm only a cell phone call away." Sol remarks, patting her pocket where her slim cellphone currently resides. It's then that Sol's eyes catch on two people balanced on a bicycle. Despite the distance between them that's a spark of recognition, at least in regards to the male at the front of the bike. Having spent so long walking this earth Sol's mind is a library of faces and names, yet the longer she stares at the couple the more sure she is that the man is a god she's met before. The name is at the tip of her tongue when it suddenly vanishes, and she's left questioning whether it is merely her hopes and the distance playing tricks on her mind. With a shake of her head Sol turns her attention back to the gods immediately in front of her, smiling at them as she waits for their answers to her proposed plan.

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The moment he arrived, he knew that he was somehow out of place. Of course, he thought to himself as his gaze flickered between the dark man and the Asian woman to take in their reactions. They were expecting a little more bravado.

Quickly, he turned serious, ignoring the lurch in his stomach at the embarrassment as he turned to SΓ³l as she greeted him.

"Welcome Aonghus, I'm grateful that you made it today."

He offered her a warm smile of his own, and shook her hand in greeting. "Pleased to meet you."

"Tell me, in all your travels around the city since you have woken, have you chanced upon or glimpsed any sleeping gods?"

AndrΓ©s cut in before he could open his mouth to speak. "My contacts informed me of a recent death that might be of interest. He was the leader of a human trafficking and underground cage fighting circuit based in New York City. He was found dangling in his cage last week with his severed head at his feet. Poetic justice, I suppose. He called himself Chernobog. Before he died, anyway. They say his killer was 'Chernobog's' best fighter."

He wasn't sure why he found himself cringing at the unfortunate situation. He wasn't one to shy away from violence, especially when absolutely necessary. It was more unsettlement that motivated the gesture. How ironic it was that that 'Chernobog'β€”a malevolent god Slavic god from what he gathered about himβ€”could allow himself to be so easily killed, dying a brutal death as a mortal, convinced of the finality of his situation and, as a result, turned pathetic in the face of death, would. The noted lack of strategy and quickness, foresight and the failure to at least come up with a decent solution to the situation was too lackadaisical was uncharacteristic of a divinity. That was unless he was a mortal himself, taking on the god's name as sobriquet.

While that would have normally been overlooked, that cage fighter had clearly taken great offenceβ€”enough to push them to murder.

"They called him the Celt in the cages."

The 'Celt in the cages'.

"If your contacts pick up any more information on this fighter I would be interested in hearing it. They could prove a valuable asset to our side if we can find them... Eopsin, is there an area of the city where you've felt this god's presence more than the others? We should split into pairs and comb the city, starting with the places where you have sensed this god, Eopsin. That way we can cover more ground as we search. Andres, perhaps you and Eopsin can search together, and Aonghus and I will take the other half of the city."

He nodded in agreement, but his mind was somehow busied with that last sentence. He crossed his arms and thought for a moment. "A Celt, huh? This is being a bit pessimistic but it does sound like a psychopath at worst," Aonghus sighed. "If it is a god, though... Many of the war gods in my pantheon are female... Well, all the war gods in my pantheon are female. It can't have possibly been a man."

As the information sank in, his brows knit together in concern.

"There is one," he said more seriously, shaking off the juvenile façade. "I never quite got along with her. Father was always... We have to be careful. She's—Mórrígan. She's capable of something like this. As for any sleeping gods... There has been this one fellow. I never quite got a good look at his features, but he's always staring off into the sea as if he's going to leap into the water."

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Morrigan. The name draws images of bloody wars, ruthless strategies, and the figure of an intimidating woman with victory in her veins. If the Celt of the Cages is truly the war goddess, and Sol has no reason to doubt Andres' information nor Aonghus' knowledge of his own pantheon, than Sol can only hope that Loki Laufeyson does not find her. What he could do with a goddess of her talents frightens Sol, enough that she almost misses Aonghus' next words. Just catching the end of his statement she nods, letting her excitment at the potential lead bury the worry that spiked through her only seconds prior.

"He might be some sort of water divinity." Sol remarks, "Perhaps we should begin our search by the harbour." The Sun goddess glances at the other two gods gathered, smiling as she prepares to bid them farewell for now, "Oshun, a goddess of plants, has offered her home as a base while we're in the city. We will meet there at nightfall if we haven't found any leads, I'll send a text message with the address." The African goddess, for reasons not fully explained to Sol, refused her plea to join the hunt for the sleeping gods. Despite this Sol still considers the goddess an ally, not least because she has given her home over to the cause, offering a roof, a comfortable bed, and a warm meal to any god or goddess who needs one.

With a final nod at Eopsin and Andres, Sol turns towards Aonghus, "Shall we begin?"

Now that he had been designated a particular task, and not simply as a dock worker or some other menial mortal job he had taken, Aonghus felt a sense of his own purpose as divinity returning to him again. He looked at his fellow divinities gathered here in the midst of crowds upon crowds of mortals and felt somehow thankful that he had come and met with them even with so little time to engage in conversation. It had been, after all, far too long since he interacted with someone outside his pantheon.

"Yeah," he nodded in assent, hitching the strap of his guitar case up a bit higher and leaving with SΓ³l.

As they left, he couldn't help the feeling that something amorous was watching them, but that could've easily been the floral perfume wafting from a young woman. Freshly sprayed on, perhaps meeting someone.

He had noticed the trouble expression on SΓ³l's face at the information he gave and let out a sigh as he decided to strike up conversation when they were some distance away from Union Square.

"I assume you've caught wind of her rep," he started sombrely. "Even if you haven't, the beheading's more than enough to put anyone off, really."

Though her pace does not slacken as the two head off to begin their search, Sol’s face gives a hint at the worry this news of Morrigan induces. She finds herself agreeing with what Aonghus says, nodding as their feet take them in the general direction of the harbour. Though she cannot claim to know the San Francisco streets well, one only has to follow your nose to find the sea. All it takes is a glimpse of the wide expanse of water lapping at the city’s shores to tell you you’re on the right track, though Sol is confident that should she take a wrong turn, Aonghus would be able to set them straight.

β€œHer rep and the cold-blooded nature of the killing chill me.” Sol admits, seeing no reason to keep her fear a secret, β€œEspecially because I know what Loki would do should he gain her allegiance.” The Norse goddess turns a worried smile on the Celt, desiring to put the topic behind them in favour of something lighter, β€œBut perhaps he has yet to find her. Loki is not all-seeing, merely all-infuriating.”

Aonghus chuckled softly at her comment. "We do have a trickster god on our hands, after all. I wouldn't be surprised if he threw a practical joke or illusion our way. Let's hope that's the most he can do, and on his own."

He paused after a moment, watching the stretch of harbour ahead of them and closing his eyes to take in the sea breeze. Carried with the breeze was a signature that he recognised as that he could faintly recognise.

"I can sense some level of attachment here." He opened his eyes and turned to SΓ³l with an apologetic look. "It may be a bit hard to discern whether or not it was him with how weak my powers are, but give me a bit of time and I'll try to isolate any traces of him from here."

Sol nods empathetically, knowing that if all they get are a few practical jokes and illusions from her Norse compatriot, than they would have gotten away lightly. From past experiences she knows how malicious Loki can be. It doesn’t do to forget that while he’s a trickster god, chaos is also his realm and he creates more than enough to wreak havoc wherever he goes. She doesn’t need to explain this to Aonghus though, not when he clearly knows just as well as her what Loki is capable of.

She waits as Aonghus pauses, intuitively knowing – though she can’t sense it – that he’s calling on his powers to help in their search. Sol waits with baited breath, hoping that he can sense something more than her limited abilities allow her too. When he speaks Sol nods, expecting no more of her current partner than what he has provided. β€œI miss the days when you could feel another deity a mile off.” She admits. She could barely sense the presence of Eopsin and Andres behind her, and only then because she knew what she was familiar with their particular frequencies now. Finding a foreign god whose aura was barely larger than a normal human’s was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"It wasn't always the best thing, though. If you knew where they were, they knew where you were."

β€œPerhaps we will have a stroke of luck and this god will cross our path.” Sol adds a moment later, punctuating it with a smile as the seemingly eternal optimist in her appears.

Aonghus was not averse to this part of her nature. Reminded of the pleasantness of the sun when the clouds allowed its rays to spread over the vast expanse of lands he and the other divinities in his pantheon he had domain over, he allowed her warmth to seep into him, shaking off some of the gloom that had remained since his awakening. "Yes. Perhaps we will," he said with a nod of the head and a short bow. He held out his arm for her to take and walked with her along the harbour.

There wasn't much to work with as the signatures remained faint and almost indistinguishable from that of humans, so he got to work. Mentally, he divided each part of the path into quadrats and studied them carefully, separating the distinctly human signaturesβ€”assigned white markersβ€”whilst trying to identify which ones were of the deity he had sensedβ€”assigned blue markers. These traces, despite being faint and easily mixed with the flurry of white markers, were more easily identifiable to Aonghus as they contained a consistent strain of a particular feeling of longing and nostalgia. It was almost as if the very thing he was attached to was being kept from him.

"A deity was here," he told SΓ³l, lightly squeezing her arm. "It's a start. We should inform the others."

Sol links arms with the god, keeping pace with him as the two continue their search. Her own powers do not enable her to sense anything beyond what is related to the sun and light. Gods’ auras are usually visible to her as shifting, coloured lights bathing in the all-encompassing glow of the sun’s rays, their colours becoming weaker over the centuries as her own powers diminished. It is one reason why Sol is so thankful to have gods like Aonghus, whose powers enable them to have a slightly better idea where other deities might be than her own skills. Even as Sol watches the passing faces, seeking any familiar feature that might stir her memory, Aonghus draws her attention with a squeeze of her arm. His words gift her with a glimpse of hope. Finally something solid.

β€œCan you sense how recently the deity has been here or where they might have gone?” Sol asks Aonghus, even as she’s retrieving her phone from her pocket. Opening the screen Sol taps open the messages, bringing up the contacts Eopsin and Andres and quickly typing them out Aonghus’ message. β€œCould he or she still be in the area?” She asks, her thumb hitting the send button as she briefly closes her eyes and attempts to see if her own powers can sense something. She gets nothing and her eyes flutter open a moment later, glancing up at Aonghus in the hopes that he’s having better luck.

Aonghus merely shrugged. "I'm not sure. I suppose I could venture a guess and say that the stronger signatures left behind mean that they've been here recently, but that's just a theory." He thought for a moment. "You can only see light and sun, correct?"

Sol nods affirmation, turning a rolling gaze across the scattering of mortals roaming the area as she and Aonghus walk together. The humans might not see it, but Sol can feel the rippling sunlight that ebbs around them. β€œYes, I can see sunlight the way most mortals see solid objects, or in the way you can sense affection." She answers, knowing that her vague answer might not satisfy a mortal with no concept of divine powers, but that Aonghus should understand. Casting light green eyes up at the Celt, Sol waits for him to explain his sudden interest in her abilities.

"Then, there are things you can't see." He stared a moment at the look of confusion on her face, and anyone else privy to that conversation, if there were any, would have laughed at how comical their stances were. "Right. Not clear. There are things you can't see. In a way, what you can't see makes an impression of a person. A shadow." He looked at the railing ahead of them and back to her. "We can use this shadow to have a general idea of the deity's movements."

Sol nods as understanding dawns. Aonghus is quite right, though Sol can see all the light touches in front of her just as any human can, revealing colours, textures, facial features and so on, her sense of the light is vastly different. It may be minute and unintelligible to anyone other than herself, but her sense does, as Aonghus explained, create shadows wherever the light does not reach. β€œYou want to track this deity by his shadow?" She asks, slowly garnering on to what Aonghus might be suggesting.

Aonghus nodded. "It would be an interesting way to find them," he grinned. "Wait. Let me try something." He took her hand and held it firmly. "I need you to concentrate. You can use the sort of map I made as a guide. The deity's signature will appear blue. If you have any difficulty trying to tap in, I'll try to help."

Sol turns into Aonghus, gripping his hand as he does hers. She'd done this sort of thing before, though each time it grew harder and harder as their powers waned. Melding their powers together took concentration and a connection. Their hands provided the connection and as Sol focused on the map Aonghus had created earlier she was able to see blurs of blue and white. It wasn't a perfect art, her vision was hazy and the shadows she gave to their power combination did not always meet with Aonghus' guide, but as the two put in their collective will the picture began to illuminate more of what they wished to see. β€œIt's... almost." Sol says, concentrating harder on their connection as she fights to link their powers.

Aonghus tried to focus all of his attention on simultaneously giving SΓ³l a better image of his vision and seeing what SΓ³l didn't. Slowly, silhouettes of people started to form, walking listlessly as if they were wandering ghosts in limbo. Despite the faintness and flickering of their images they at least managed to lock onto the deity's shadowy image. He saw him stood by the railings, not moving much for a while before wandering away from them, presumably to go elsewhere. Once he left the path, all trace of him disappeared.

He sucked in a breath. "Did you see it? Did you see him?" he said rather excitedly despite knowing that this lead could possibly take them nowhere.

Sol sees it too, the momentary vision of a shadowey figure who, thanks to the combination of their powers, she can sense must be a god. She watches as the deity moves, feeling only a passing disappointment as the last hint of him vanishes beyond their senses. Still, it is a hope and Sol can only return Aonghus' excitement with a smile as she nods, "I saw him." The Sun goddess gives his hand a happy squeeze, pleased beyond measure with this brief glimpse. "Now all we need to do is find him." Her words are spoken as if there is every possibility that they can find the deity, this solid proof of his existance making her optimistic that their efforts will not be in vain.