Rainbow Bay

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A Divine Being of no definite shape nor form, known to be an Angel of the Voice. It usually takes a feminine attributed form, but is formally androgynous. Falsetto is said to be the very Voice of the Bird of Paradise, and because of its relative form, has become known as an Angel of Nature as well. The only defining feature that remains constant in Falsetto is its green hue.

Falsetto Vocale closed its eyes, praying deeply for a moment before speaking again. "Ah, that means that the life you took was sacred, and not just any normal creature's life. It is wise to consider the lives of what are hunted, especially if yours is at risk to acquire said life." Falsetto was an Angel of Nature, and thus knew all things about life and its connection. "Everything is connected, and there are many creatures that live -- seen and unseen -- that do things by their own will." Falsetto bowed its head. "Wisdom comes from paying attention to all life and how it connects, not just the life seeking to serve the self."

Falsetto Vocale had been subtly watching over the Rainbow Bay for a long while now, shifting between interaction with the residents and going off alone. To disguise itself more properly, it had become a beautiful, sparkling green flower that was not unlike a tulip. Though easily distinguishable from the other flowers, it still blended in rather nicely to the point where no one noticed its existence. This druid, new to the realm, might have had a connection to the plants, and through that connection he would be able to sense the strange holy energy of Falsetto Vocale.

Falsetto Vocale swayed in the wind as a gentle breeze passed, carrying out the voice of the divine. "You are blessed to have sensed me," it said. The shining green tulip grew tall and large from out of the ground, winding around the tree a bit and up to a branch nearby the one that held the druid. "I am an Angel Of Nature, and I have taken the form of a plant to enjoy the beauty of nature as part of it." The beauteous shimmering of the angelic plant was mesmerizing, and again it spoke. "I have sensed that you are very well connected to nature... And that is a blessing. However... I sense distress in your heart and mind. What is it that troubles you, you who walk with nature?"

Falsetto Vocale's soothing gentle laughter resounded on a light breeze, carrying its voice to the druid. "This is not Judgment nor are you condemned for your mistake," Falsetto stated. "You have been punished enough with your own guilt, and we know this. That is why nothing more extreme has befallen you -- that weight will be with you forever." The glistening green tulip shifted closer to Deamon. "However," it began to say, "Everything in the great cycle comes and goes. What you see as a grave misdeed could actually have been preparation for departure all in divine time, as well as a lesson for you simultaneously." Winding around the tree a bit more, Falsetto said, "Perhaps my words may ease your pain."

Falsetto Vocale bloomed gradually, shifting from the shiny green tulip to the glimmering green rose, which was equally as mesmerizing as its previous plantoid form. It omitted an aroma that was satiating to the mind and the soul, seeking to soothe the druid into laxity. "Only through weakness do you find strength," the fragrant flower said. "It is when you are at your weakest and yet you find a way to thrive that makes you stronger." His story was tragic to hear, as Falsetto truly loved nature. "You seem to love nature with a great passion," Falsetto said immediately, "So you must look at how you feel about the past as your incentive to be a greater druid, because you DO feel for nature at all. Many would not even care. So do not be so hard on yourself."

Falsetto Vocale continued to bloom until out of the center of the rose a green, angel-winged bee fluttered out of it, sparkling in the light of the sun that parted through the leaves of the tree every now and then as the rose faded away, along with its vine. Falsetto, in its new form, hovered toward Deamon so he could see it, but kept a fair distance between the two of them. "I preside over nature and understand its workings. You, too, are part of nature. It is part of every druid's journey to set out and become more in tune. It isn't about your power or another's... It's about your connection with and love of nature itself." The green bee Falsetto flapped its angel wings and carried itself a bit higher, but not out of sight. "I see your heart and know that you are good."

Falsetto Vocale saw that the form of a bee was repulsive to Deamon and it immediately shifted fluidly into a sleek green bird with a glossy sheen from the angel wings down. The green bird was unlike any other ever seen, and was smooth nearly everywhere. It perched on the branch beside him, hoping its form was more comfortable for him. "I agree with you," Falsetto said, "And I can help you. I can give you my blessing so that your hand should not falter, and maybe your mind might become steady to match your heart." Deamon seemed to underestimate Falsetto's conviction and portrayal of goodness. "The more life you care for, the more lifetimes of sins you atone for. Hopefully that will serve as some incentive for you," it said.

Falsetto Vocale cocked its bird head to the side a bit, then hopped a bit closer, chirping, "I do not utilize magic at all. All of my power is from the divine -- it comes straight from the source. It is like nature, itself..." The bird spread its wings and flapped once, enlarging slightly and morphing a bit into a small humanoid form, radiating a glamorous green glow. It flapped again and completed its transformation from bird into angel -- the closest thing to its true form that it could be. "... As am I. You can consider me nature, itself, and my blessing would come straight from the forces of nature." The angel lowered itself to the branch and sat peacefully, looking at Deamon with a pleasant, soothing smile, hoping he would feel better.

Falsetto Vocale giggled lightly and kept a pleasant expression on its face. It looked very feminine, but was completely androgynous. Once Deamon was prepared and safely out of the tree, Falsetto hovered down, lettings its bare green feet touch the earth. Flowers began to bloom around the place where it stepped. "It is simple," Falsetto began to say, starting to glow, "My blessing will give you the power to heal and restore life. It generates energy from nature to naturally counteract things such as plagues or ailments, and can even be used to ease the pain of the elderly." Falsetto suddenly looked serious. "But be warned," Falsetto declared, "Do not tamper with the cycle and give life to what should be taken away. New life must spring forth, and without a place, it will not."

Falsetto Vocale smiled again at Deamon, knowing that he was knowledgeable about the cycle. "Yes, that is right," Falsetto said, "So now, I may gift you with this healing, restoring power over life itself..." Without any further words, Falsetto shined brightly, covering the area in a holy green glow for a moment. Life of all sorts sprouted from the ground around the two of them from plants and trees to birds and bees, though they were all glowing green. Even animals could be seen coming in and out of the plantlife, all of them spiritual. "These are the souls of all life," Falsetto said. "They will be with you when you restore life and do curative things so that you always remember the cycle and what you are using your power for."

Falsetto Vocale was pleased to hear and see this in Deamon, knowing deep within that he would stay true to his word. "Verily," Falsetto said as the spirits of life all wrapped around Deamon and entered his soul. He'd feel life itself more powerfully now -- as if his own breath were one with all of nature. When he inhaled, the wind would blow, and when he listened, he would be able to hear every kind of life down to even the whisper of the flowers. Naturally, the intensity was up to his discretion, but the power of life flowed through him like never before and accumulated in his spirit. "There," Falsetto said, the green glow dimming back to a radiance around it, "You have my blessing." Falsetto smiled, a warm breeze passing by.

Falsetto Vocale chuckled as well, its voice carrying in a resonance with the wind. "That is all an angel can ask," it would say, serenity beaming from its form. Falsetto slowly rose from the ground with a gentle flap of its glistening green wings and lightly hovered above it, saying to Deamon, "Should you ever find yourself lost, call upon me in the name of Mother Nature. My will shall find you." Slowly, Falsetto assumed its true form, withdrawing its legs and arms into its torso that glowed brightly as they did so, before finally it withdrew its head like a turtle and the light became brighter than form. The only thing that could be seen clearly were the wings. "This is my true form -- a formless ambiguity that assumes any form of nature there can be. Be blessed."