The architect flittered through the depths of the jungle like a formless cloud of colours of blues, pinks and yellows before forming into the familiar shape of Isabela Madrigal, lessening the brightness of her green threads on her flesh to blend into the environment as most life on the mortal plane seemed to find it unsettling.
The Architect cared little but she could respect what Architect Alma suggested when it came down to interacting with mortals. It was why walking was suggested over simply appearing and there was logic in it; humans especially would be quick to draw their weapons with things they simply couldn't fathom.
Human interaction was her least favourite interaction with mortal life and the complexities of interaction were...tedious to learn. Other animal life was basic and enjoyably predictable.
Her eyes turned to the edge of the Watcher world that stopped at the end of the treeline to the void. A masterpiece of her familiar Architects' design but expansion was required. Architect Pepa looked to be already there, an orange, formless dot floating within the darkness. Unable to human eyes but she felt the energy and the ripple as dust and dirt began to forge at the edges; the foundations of the area forming.
"Hello." Architect turned with an edge of inpatients to the mortal. A little Mirabel. A very young Mirabel indeed given she was wearing the traditional white dress.
"Go home." She spoke, firmly but the gaze of the girl wasn't leaving. Of course, she would quite easily control the child to return to her mother's arms. Life and nature were at her command. The girl qualified as both.
Instead, the little girl just sat down with a curious smile on her face with a shockingly sense of ignorance and innocent in her eyes.
"You look like my sister."
"I am not your sister."
"Watcher Abulea said you'd be here but I didn't know you'd look like us." The little one continued, her head cocking to the side. "Why do you look like us?"
Architect could feel her Architect Pepa wasn't going to be done so quickly. Once earth laters was placed, then Architect herself would start deepening and adding complex life; to expand a world, it needed more than just new ground. It needed a network of biological connections and energy flow.
"We do not have natural forms like you, Little one. We're beyond the need of human bodies when existing outside of the world. Menial work like this requires a tool to channel our power in such small spaces. Our natural forms are...energy." to reduce the information down for something of manageable size was...tedious already.
"But... why still look like us?" Mirabel asked, "Yet you could look like any other human being."
The architect pondered the question for a moment. "We...did not decide our external appearance. Faces designed in nature are from two people, your mother and father have a part in what you look like. Our...rules do not work like that. Architects have no biology. We have no mothers or fathers or even siblings as you could understand it. We were made all at once in a single moment at the start of everything. We resemble beings of magical impressions that fit our...area and personality."
It was often that their faces gave them a social construct of family placement based on their appearance to mortal life. It gave them...understanding, but Architect again cared little for that. Architect Alma only had her place as it was given she had burst into existence a fraction of a nanosecond longer than the rest of them.
"Is there one that looks like me? Even if Im not magical?" Mirabel asked, wiping her hands sadly down the front of her dress at the reminder before her lip quivered but to the architect's relief the girl didn't stop crying.
"Just because you did not have a magical gift or a door, that does not mean you don't possess magic, little one." Architect spoke, "your ceremony didn't fail. You were meant for other things as part of the family. An unquestioned plateau leads to rotting."
Architect didn't look to see the girl's face light up a little to a little smile though felt Artchtect's Pepa's work near completion to the few ten miles of open space of mud and dirt, that wasn't entirely flat, a hill breaking the space up into three new districts areas for the Watcher AU to put to use.
Ignoring the mortal now, Architect's threads became visible as she began to pour her energy into the surface; plant life from grass to tall trees of various specises began to fill up the spaces within breaths of time, spawning soil-based invertebrates, such as worms into the new soil to start the process of the ground's life-cycles once the roots fully took. It would be several years in this world before they'd be able to use the land but it seemed a reasonable wait; let life take this how it wants.
Every one of the Architect Madrigals has their own Artefacts, and typically theses hold fractions of their power inside. Granting non-magic a gift or, those with gifts, enhancing the gift they already have when wearing them.
Typically, the artefacts are best suited with the counterpart variants of the Architects. Given the unique nature of the objects and great power that comes with them, the architects can find them in a heartbeat, if they choose to misplace it or give it to mortal hands, then they know where to look first. Given the artefacts are theirs, they can change what it is, reshape them to something else entirely but that doesn’t effect how they work in mortal hands
Architect Isabela | Necklace
As Architect Isabela's area of construct is favoured towards nature and life, the necklace only shares one of these aspects; nature. Her other artefacts favour towards the other areas like most other architects as any use beside the architect need a channel for control; having too much to handle would overwhelm the user.
So the necklace is favoured for nature but still the cope is board, dependant on the user’s sense of strength; mental and physical and health. The necklace requires much more than just to be worn, but to be used; it needs it’s user to be hydrated and exposed to sun like a plant to keep using it.
The necklace capabilities:
Personal environment
Adaptation
Plant manipulation
Animal manipulation
Zoolingualism
Terraformation
Environmental concealment
Like most Artefacts, the usage is dependant on the user but it’s stronger connected to any Isabela counterparts given the scope of her abilities. AGain, like most artefacts, it can’t be removed or broken from the user. the necklace adjusts around the neck to fit without risk of being slipped off.
The Necklace was left to be ‘recovered’ by Wanderer Isabela after her AU was deleted; stranding both her and Wanderer Antonio in a world-forest with very little humans. Due to it’s protections, the Watcher AU weren’t able to pick up the signature of an artefact when Wanderer Isabela located it.
