Β¨*:Β·. ο½₯ οΎοΎο½₯ q .Β·:*¨¨* βββ ¨¨:Β·. q ο½₯οΎοΎ ο½₯ .Β·:*Β¨"Settling in alright?"The voice breaks through the sound of night insects. It's soft, but you jump slightly anyway; you weren't expecting someone to have found your resting spot away from the herd. Fighting with your pulse, you glance over to see who it is.
The grullo stag waits patiently for your assessment, a light of amusement in his deep purple eyes. Instantly, you relax. You would know that star-studded, greenish coat anywhere.

"Donatello."
Your voice is relieved. Out of all the Myths of the herd you've been sent to observe, he's been one of the kindest to your presence. You've heard he used to travel all over Etherium before coming here. You figure that shows in the way he always seems to know something more than what he's saying, like he's waiting for you to figure it out on your own.
He looks that way now, actually. You notice with a start that he's been 'reading' your notebook. Or at least, looking at the sketches you've made of the night sky.
"Oh! These are just... Well, the sky is different from what we're used to. I'm not the best at drawing stars, but..."
You turn the book around to give him a better view of your haphazard note-taking. There's a sheepish sense to the movement; you shouldn't be embarrassed to show a Myth your hobbies, but you can't help but feel like somehow it's something you shouldn't be doing.
"Is... Is that okay?"
He laughs gently, his ears perked forward.
"Of course! Has anyone told you the stories yet?"Your blank look is enough of an answer for him. Without further ado, the stag plops down into the warm summer grass beside you, leaning back and gesturing with his head to his side. You hesitate, but the invitation to lay down is so clear, you can't help but comply.
Within moments, you're settled down against Donatello's warm side, staring up into the stars. You'd thought it would be awkward, but this is actually... really comfortable. Too comfortable, almost. The night sky glimmers like a dream from this perspective.
"Lets make a game of it, hm?"
That declaration wakes you up. You catch sight of the stag's grin from the corner of your eye.
"I'll make it easy enough! What I'll do is, I'll tell you all about some of our stars. They represent the spirits of Maena in our world. But you have to find those stars. I'll tell you if you have it right or not, don't worry! I want to see if you can guess it."
You make a face, but you settle back into Donatello's side, clutching your notebook with determination.
"Bring it on."
Β¨*:Β·. ο½₯ οΎοΎο½₯ q .Β·:*¨¨* βββ ¨¨:Β·. q ο½₯οΎοΎ ο½₯ .Β·:*Β¨"I'll tell you about the easiest one first."
The grullo Myth gives away nothing as he contemplates the sky. No matter how slyly you look for clues, trying to find a place his eyes linger, he avoids studying any one spot too closely. The only thing he looks at for more than a moment... is you.
You look away, pretending to have been searching the sky the whole time. He isn't fooled
"Heh. This one is more a feeling than anything. Have you ever stood somewhere and looked out at a big open space and felt small?"
A beat passes. Your eyes fall on the Myth again, this time dubious, as you gesture to the open sky and the empty, rolling grasslands in front of you both.
He laughs.
"That's The Vast. It's..." He searches for words, and if he had hands, you imagine he might be drumming his fingers. His tail swishes thoughtfully in place of that gesture. "The Vast is like infinite possibility. It's neither good nor bad, but the potential for anything. If a Myth feels drawn to it, they could go out and do great things, find themselves, or meet their doom. You can't know. But that's part of what makes it so..."
"Vast?" You guess, with a hint of a grin.
"I was going to say so alluring, but sure, why not?" Donatello snorts. "So,
great researcher, where do you think the Vast is amid all these stars, huh?"
That, you can put your mind to. You consider the sky. "Well, it could be all of them..." But somehow you doubt that. Symbolism didn't usually work like that. It was either everything, or...
"I bet it's the
brightest one," you point out the star, hanging high in the night sky, shining like a beacon.
The Myth beside you cackles. "We're that easy to read?"
You shrug.
"It's called Polaris, in our world. They're not the same stars, obviously. Still, I guess the symbolism isn't too far off."
"Another thing we have in common," the grullo stag mutters quietly, and you nod, settling back against his flank.
"Who else is out there?"
(Donatello will continue to tell us about the Spirits throughout the month! It will be announced when more is added to this story!)
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Myths of the Etherium look to the stars and see their Spirits, but it looks like these Stars are gone from the image! Where did they go? You want to see the constellations that make up the first three Spirits, right?Looks like we'll have to band together and take Donatello's game a little more seriously to find all these.
THERE ARE NOW 14 STARS HIDDEN AMONG THE MYTHS OF THE ETHERIUM GAME ON CS.This is a scavenger hunt! Meaning the goal for you, the players, is to find the location of all 14 of these stars right here:

This should be fun, right?
(This star doesn't count, it's an example star!)
There are some RULES to this game, however!!!