“When Angolon woke in the world, he had the ancient face and boundless curiosity of one who had been there forever and yet was brand new.”

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vi. The Firsts

As they worked Êl thought of its time in the void, and how the names it had given to things in the realm thus far had sprung from one musical and honeyed tongue it had heard often, one made for song and to describe the natural world.

When Angolon woke in the world, he had the ancient face and boundless curiosity of one who had been there forever and yet was brand new. After a time, Êl had arrived at a word that had meant many things in that far off-tongue.

A word that meant magic, which Angolon most certainly had, nearly as powerful as Êl, although he used his magic for much smaller works than the creator. The word also meant Deep Lore. Angolon’s penchant for study certainly bore that name.

And one final meaning for the word was stench, as Angolon plainly never intended to wash that great beard of his.

And now, come morning, they would need to set their new creation on his path.

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