1st breeze, video

[citrines]

[The teenage goth girl is sitting on a swinging chair in a largely open air temple. There's a breeze blowing the swing, her hair and everything around her, and it seems to be moving in time with her hand as it brushes in front of her.]

Well, we have air now. Congratulations on not choking, people.

[Hey, she definitely has a northern New England accent and a don't give a fuck attitude. Oh, and also magic along with a large silver pentacle on her neck.]

[video]

[floatingrocks]

[The next time you see this fresh-faced newcomer, she's lounging in a rope hammock in a brightly-lit temple. Even when it's overcast outside, it seems as though the sunlight's always beaming down on the warm sandstone pillars and lush tropical foliage.

Cradled in her hands is a large wedge of pink melon, a large bite having been taken out of it. She's chewing thoughtfully, cheeks filled like a chipmunk as juice drips messily down her chin.]

I--[She swallows, realizing she was talking with her mouth full.] I was mostly drawn in by the fruit--I didn't realize the hammock was the throne of this place, but no one seemed to mind my occupying it.

[She swings up her legs, her pants rolled up her calves and her feet bare. It's pleasant and warm inside, and she folds her legs under her as she swings her body weight to set the hammock in motion.]

There's room to share--though I don't think two of us can be gods at the same time. I don't think?

[Anyway, say hello to your new God of Summer.]

1st Rock

[celticromanstone]

[ The video opens on a pretty, young looking woman, lounging on a jeweled throne. There is a soft metallic gleam to the stone of the throne, almost like she'd polished quartz.

She drapes her leg over one of the arms of the throne. ]

So, the earth will not be quaking any longer.

[ She looks amused. ]

Not that it can't, but I'll try to keep the tantrums to a minimum.

[ She twirls her hair around a finger. ]

Now, if someone could point me to a drink, that would be lovely.

[ Your new Earth Goddess is thirsty. ]