79th of Fall, 518AV
When Lani woke on this morning, something was off. Something had woken her, and she could not tell what it was. Instinctually she found her gaze falling upon the star. She had been utterly obsessed with the strange rock for the multitude of the season. After the crashing first few days of receiving her Kelvic form, she had grown used to the Jackal form. She had found it useful, and although the strange gift had given her much concern, and worry, she had come to accept it.
Leth still reigned over the sky, for her apartment was rinsed in the soft blue light of the moon. Her focus was inexplicably drawn to the star, and within a few seconds, she stood to retrieve it from her table. Carefully balancing it in both hands, she rushed back into her bed, covering her legs with the covers and watching the star. It seemed as if she was waiting for something, and she had no idea what to expect from it.
“As the rays of my beloved Syna reach across the horizon, I wish to give you this bit of insight. The changes you’ve experienced were not without a purpose. They were meant to serve as a source of reflection.” While the voice spoke, the rock began to crumble away in her hands. For a moment, Lani seemed to consider panicking, but the voice soothed her, and let her mind wander to it’s meaning. She could tell by now that as it spoke, the rock changed, and so she did not worry for it. Instead she listened. ” Change is an important force that drives all life. How you dealt with the changes you were faced with; changes in body, mind and even in the minds of others, speaks greatly to who you are as a person. As you continue to live your life, take time to reflect on what you experienced and ponder your reactions to the change. Did you hide them or hide from them? Did you embrace them? Did you exploit them or use them for the betterment of others? As you search for the deeper meaning of change and how you deal with it, know that I, Leth, God of Thought and Change have gifted you that opportunity. Also, as a gift and a reminder, I offer a piece of my light. The stone you discovered contains a piece of starfire. In your hands, it will undergo its own change. Take it with my blessing.”
In place of the rock, rest a cool, light mass of not-quite-liquid that had the same not-quite-metallic sheen of the stone. It was not hot, although Leth had named it starfire. It was also lightweight, but then there had been a stone. She barely had time to let the words set in, or to open her mouth in reply, when the substance began to change. In her hands, it twisted and writhed, growing and solidifying into a distinct shape. It shivered and hardened in the moonlight, taking on more details that revealed itself as a key. The surface of this small, silver key is crackled with lines of starfire. Set in the bow of the key is a tiny pearl shaped vaguely like a wolf or maybe, jackal. Other than being cool to the touch, weighing nothing and looking quite unique, the key seemed to have little other purpose; it fits no particular lock.
