Task: Inspire others to wield your aspect and embody it entirely
Downsides: Little to no personal power
Time
Destiny, endings, age, decay, and rhythm
Side Effects: Will always have a Scratch Construct in their land
The Muse of Time is an instrument of change. Nothing remains as it is around her, and patience rolls of her in waves inspiring change in her Lord.
The Muse of Time is the passive end of her session, the active being her Lord of Space, and her talent lies in allowing her Lord to realize and wield patience and accept destiny. She may be cool and aloof, acting like the tragedy that befell the world is not of her concern and just doing as fate dictates.
On the power front the Muse gets a bit harder to describe. How does one inspire the use of Time? Can she even Time Travel? Is she useful in any way? I will answer these questions.
Through inspiring Time she can allow other access to her vast reservoirs of patience and wisdom…and even inspire her Lord to learn how to Time Travel. So long as she is present she can allow the Lord to essentially use her as a gateway through Time, but as a downside she can’t travel herself.
If she so desires to join her Lord in an alternate Timeline she must construct a Time Machine with items from her land, much like a pre God-Tier Time player. In this sense her Time travel isn’t really her best feature.
Her most potent skill set is in more supportive role, helping her Lord embrace patience and understanding in the place of his gung-ho attitude and whimsical creative tendencies.
All in all? She’s not the best Muse, and a matter of fact could actually Doom her session with a lack of Timeline management, but she has a plethora of her own powers and uses.
"Well, that walk wasn't too far." Twigs reasoned, glancing around the arcane lair silently for a moment before realizing he was standing alone and the other two were already off chattering with dragons. "So this is how my day's gonna go. Great."
"Hi lady!" Rotten piped, the small hatchling bounding around the female skydancer's feet. "Your wings are my favorite color and really shiny, I like you." He decided. "I'll bring you a present." And in a flash, he was gone, back some time later with a stone orb swirling with purple mist. "Here. it's your colors."
"Forgive him, I'm training him to be a watcher and all he's done is dig and scavenge." Twigs sighed, bowing low and greeting the female. "Although I must agree with the young one, your wings are beautiful, I'm sure you're a wondrous healer as well."
"Darling you simply must tell me where you got these gorgeous clothes!~" Harmonie sang. "I need a cape this beautiful by yesterday and my oh my, you even make skulls look good. kudos to you, lovely."
The first to speak to the guardian was Harmonie, jaw dropped in awe of her gemstone hide. "Oh darling, I'm so jealous of you! You don't even need apparel to look beautiful but those bracelets and wingbands with that scarf, oh my, I'm in love with your style, darling! In fact, I have a ribbon that matches your gemstones, and I want you to have it, for yourself or another, I don't mind in the least."
Rotten bounded over, carrying a tiny blue box, pushing it forward. "This is from Mamma's collection. It's a bow." he stated, then smiled brilliantly. "You're big. Bigger than my Papa! You'd look cool with stripes like me I think. yep."
Twigs bowed again in greeting, then smiled. "Miss, I haven't seen a water flight yet more suited to that familiar." He stated, nodding to her Sprite carefully. "She looks like she was made to be your partner. I rarely go anywhere without Reanimate, my Snowfall Elk... I'm sure he's here somewhere."
"So many beautiful flowers in this lair!" Harmonie sighed, then beamed. "And you, sir are no exception to the rule! Why, those violets are so fresh in your crown, you're not even wearing much apparel and I'm adoring what you have here!"
"You look like my uncles Nico and Aiden." Rotten observed, sniffing at the flower corsage on the larger dragon and smiling. "Your wings are shiny- all of you is really shiny! Do all wildclaws have big big toe claws?"
"Forgive him, his 'uncles' are wildclaws like you, sir. Your familiar, I've seen a few in the wilds before but never one this close. He seems to be a good match to you, I assume you garden, here, what with a fungalhorn as a familar?" Twigs asked, smiling. "Your colors are spectacular as well, sir- Rotten! out of the flowerbeds!"
"You madame must be a warrior." Twigs observed, greeting the female with a low bow. "You wear skulls well I must say, and this Aviar of yours looks quite the scrapper too!"
"Woah. I never met anybody as strong as you! I- you gotta tell me battle stories and stuff! Please? You're sparkly too! I like all the sparkly dragons here, papa." Rotten chirped, seated at Twigs feet as Melodie looked the other female over.
"Though this is certainly not my style I must say, dear that your armor and skeletal adornments look spectacular together, the tailpiece is just the right touch of blue to match your wings!"
"Last visit, you pick, Rotten." Twigs smiled, the small dragon running over to a coatl.
"Hi mister! You're stripy like me I really like that!" He stated, batting playfully at the scarf about the male's neck. "Your tummy is a pretty color too. I like it."
"You're dressed very simply, darling." Melodie observed. "But the warm tones of your wings and that scarf compliment one another so beautifully."
"Personally, you remind me of Badsam, a prankster I know from back home. but I've met a Sunbeam ursa before!" Twigs observed. "Fee's is much smaller than yours, you two seem like an odd pair, but that's not for me to judge, as they seem happy with you. We should be going, I hope all of you have a pleasant day!"
Amitiel sighed and muttered to herself as she flew over and around the pink floating crystals hanging in the air. "I don't see why I have to be the one to travel to new clans. 'Make friends,' they said. 'It'll be good to meet others,' they said. I have friends! Eclair is my friend," she grumbled, rolling her eyes even if there was no one there to see.
Spotting what seemed to be the correct clan, she landed with a soft thump in what seemed to be the main area. She had hardly had a chance to look around before a small Fae landed on her face.
"Hello there," the female chirped. "I see you're a visitor. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want, if you tell me of the places you've been." The monotone voice sharply contrasted the excitement evident in the movement of her frills, which made Amitiel snort slightly.
"Uh, I've been to my birthclan in the Hewn City, and my current clan, with resides in the Gladevines," Amitiel said slowly, watching the Fae's frills calm and fold gradually. "Sorry to disappoint. I'm Amitiel, from Clan Silva Dracones. You, um, have a lovely clan..." she smiled awkwardly, not sure how to act around this Fae, who was clearly in charge.
"Oh. Well, I'm Enkai, the Matriarch of this clan. Enjoy your visit," Enkai said before drifting off again. Amitiel let out a huff of air, glad the Fae wasn't on her face anymore. She looked around before settling her gaze on a dragon across the clearing.
Amitiel smiled as she approached the Skdancer. "Lady Gladekeeper, you're gorgeous! What's your name?" The female simply stared at her, a smile touching the corners of her beak.
"Oh, Lachtna won't answer you! She doesn't talk, but if she did, I'm sure she would thank you for the compliment! Right, mentor?" The new voice turned out to be another Skydancer, arriving in a soft swirl of petals. Lachtna had hardly nodded in agreement before the new dragon was off again. "We're both healers! She's teaching me all the stuff she knows, which is kind of hard since she can't speak, but we make do! I like healing, but I think being an ambassador would be cool too!"
"I'm ambass-" was all Amitiel was able to get out before the Skydancer started talking again.
"Oh you are? Hm, I bet you're ambassador to the Ice flight! You look very Ice-y, but judging from your eyes, you were born in a Light clan? Why is that?" The dark Skydancer paused, clearly expecting an answer this time.
"Yes, I was born in a Light clan," Amitiel replied, a hint of annoyance coloring her tone. "However, my allegiance lies with the Icewarden, and therefore I am the Ice ambassador for my clan. Now, you're both very pretty, and I'm sure very nice dragonesses, but I need to go talk to... that dragon over there." And with that, Amitiel walked fairly fast to another part of the clearing, happy to escape the chatty Skydancer. "Shame that Lachtna can't talk, I'm sure she's interesting," she muttered to herself.
Before she reached the other side, however, she crashed into another Imperial, landing a in tangle of limbs and tail. Amitiel let out an unhappy grumble as she extracted herself from the other dragon. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was running, I didn't expect anyone to be over here," said the other dragon, looking sheepish.
"It's... fine," Amitiel ground out, sneering at the Imp. "I'm Amitiel, who do I have the pleasure of... meeting?"
The female laughed a bit, before grinning and bumping snouts with Amitiel by way of greeting. "I'm Mavis! I really am sorry, I guess I've been spending too much time with the hatchlings; I'm reverting back to one myself!"
That gave Amitiel pause. "You're the hatchling watcher? Wow, I don't know how you could stand to be around them all the time," she said in surprise. She looked the dragon over more clearly. "You're so pretty, I don't know why your clan would hide you with the hatchlings."
Mavis only smiled wider, shaking her head. "I don't mind, really! The hatchies are fun. Speaking of the little ones, I better get back!" With a wave of one paw, the Imp set off again, leaving Amitiel slightly amused.
She absentmindedly wandered around, enjoying the strange blue light the surrounding foliage gave off when she heard a shout. Freezing, she turned her head to look for the commotion. A Wildclaw was heading towards her, looking both annoyed and concerned. "Don't you look at where you're placing your feet? You almost stepped on one of my bushes," he said in a quiet but firm voice.
Amitiel blinked before looking down. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice. I'm Amitiel, supposedly here to make friends." She sat back on her haunches and scratched her neck sheepishly.
The Wildclaw blinked before blushing slightly. "It's okay. Sorry for yelling, I just care a lot about the garden." Amitiel shrugged and nodded.
"It's fine! I get it, two of my clanmates keep a garden and they yell at anyone who might harm it. It's quite funny, actually, to see a tiny Fae yelling at an Imperial or Ridgeback," she said, chuckling slightly. Photios nodded, also smiling a bit. "Anyways, I should get back to my clan. I think I've had enough of friend-making for the day."
She said goodbye loudly, waving at Mavis briefly before taking off and heading for home again. Perhaps visiting other clans isn't too bad, Amitiel thought as the clan disappeared behind her.
