don't need a costume, I'm already a freak

Each day that the moon opted not to wane, the amethyst dappled godling felt more certain that God was trying to convey something important. Exactly what that was, however, was still a mystery. Two toned eyes scanned the alien terrain mutely, soaking in the changes of the foliage. Budding ferns unfurled slowly with each day, and revealed thin stripes that glowed with the same pale blue light that his sister did. His ebony parrot was perched upon his narrow shoulders, her keen eyes drinking in the changed scenery as much as his did. They didn't need to speak, both were well aware of what was going on. Delicate toes lifted from the moss covered ground to skim lightly over the tender greenery that emerged from the bed of damp moss, and was rewarded with a faint flicker in the intensity of the bioluminescence in the new fronds. He hummed thoughtfully, and replaced his dark paw upon the ground once more.

A few more careful strides brought him to the trunk of a thick tree, its boughs laden with vines and ivy. A few new tendrils reached down towards the ground, the small leaves struggling to harden off against the cooling weather of the season. The few that he could see that were still clinging to life seemed as though they had been dyed in varying shades of blue. Mottled banner sweeping lightly over his heels, he tipped his head to consider what this might mean for the local flora in the coming months. If winter advanced the same as it had when he'd been born, then there was a chance that these strange plants might die off. A series of mutations that were not intended to last, maybe? That would make them more of an omen than anything else, as they would be impermanent then.

He turned away from the ivy and its tiny leaves desperate to survive the winter. Now, he was transfixed by the true object of his fascination. One of the odd little wisps of blue light that floated aimlessly in the air every night, but didn't appear to do much else.

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "others"