<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/13/33/1c1333a1658d0d16e58b78c80d662faf.jpg)</div><strong>Agi, Spirit of Lucky Colors [he/him/his]</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018992#msg16018992)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Year 2, Time of Storytelling<br/><strong>Tags:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Epilogue<br/><hr/>Seeing his young, created from his will and a touch of potent magic, taken in and accepted by the Hearth Tenders... well, it brings a smile to his face. In time, every one of his Hearth Tenders would receive one of the fire cats, 'birthed' from sparks that came off his body.<br/><br/>Seeing Alexandra become their leader, he finds himself feeling a bit more pleased than may be necessary, but, ah well--for a few moments, at least, it's like he's a happy spirit again. Though he knows that seasons shift, and fires fade, he finds happiness and contentment in seeing her flame burn so brightly and with noble and pure intent--as things should be.<br/><br/>As is his tendency, he makes time to visit with the other spirits; to keep console with the felines of the island; and, of course, to visit Blossoms on lonely nights to cuddle, nuzzle, and share stories of the human's accomplishments. One night, having become well versed in the act of creation, he eventually succeeds at a task he had attempted when he was far younger and unlearned; he creates a flower for her garden. A lovely rose that glows like an ember, glowing brighter, then dimming, only to glow brighter; like it's 'breathing'. They smell sweet and, of course, smoky.<br/><br/>There are spirits who have departed, and Agi can, at times, be found staring at the sea, or into the sky. He grows quiet and contemplative during these times. Will they find what they search for? He hopes so.<br/><br/>Alongside the Reaper, he happily takes to the role of helping to shape an afterlife. He ensures there is light and warmth, as one might expect. Though the paths the Reaper takes may never be the same; still, he believes fire should guide the way. He breaks off a small shard of his essence, and offers it in a cage of fancifully decorated bronze. He says the humans call it a "lantern", and perhaps it will keep The Reaper warm and bring her as much comfort as it does the spirits of the deceased.  The warmth of the lantern, of course, emulates Agi's comforting warmth; and the comforting warmth that the Hearth Tenders similarly become known for.<br/><br/>Days become weeks; weeks become months, and months? They turn into years. He settles into comfortable rhythms; he never stops helping, nor does he ever stop trying to learn more. The people of Harmony thrive; but so too does the island. Perhaps the gods they once were did horrible things--but he has to believe that they have done right this time around.