Re: The Pools of Reflection
A deep crimson flags hanging from above - perhaps thought to be in honor of Thaddeus - suddenly shuddered. The color shifted, and to the surprise of some, fell quickly away, leaving a plain grey flag. The color nearly reached the floor, when it halted in midair. The color was crimson itself. It changed shapes and textures as it gradually pulsed, but its deep crimson color remained the same.
"I will go as well." A voice emanated from the color, as its form pulsed in coordination with the sound, directed to the trio of gods running the ceremony. "I am Ziklag, or Crimson in the common tongue. I once held sway over everything that made mortal blood flow. The heart-throb of love, the red veil of rage, the ear-pounding rush of higher purpose. But the abstract fades from the mind of mortals most quickly."
It's attention seemed to turn to Thaddeus, though it would be difficult to say what made that seem to be so. "You may, of course, keep the epithet, and the color. You represent on facet of myself that I am willing to grow out of. I will focus on the more positive bent."
As the attention of the crimson cloud fell upon the pool, where wave after wave of crimson, red, and orange creature stirred as the crimson mind wandered.