ORIGIN

The pale corvid was growing rather weary, and she concluded that she'd end this experiment with one last micro cloud, hoping to just cleanse herself of the plague and keep herself from being afflicted by it. She was confident that the positive bacteria she was generating could do it. So, she pulled one last time, praying to Panoúkla that her stone obeyed.

Well, it was a failure, but that would not deter her. No. Diánysma simply nodded and shut her eyes for a moment. It was fine. She was fine. Everything was fine.

Watching the bacteria do battle, it filled the raven with determination. Blinking once or twice, she sighed and tried one more time to release a cloud of microorganisms, with intents to just rest in it and allow them to work their 'magic' whilst she rested.

Happily, they obliged, a small plume erupting from seemingly nowhere and gathering around her. Smiling, the raven lay down once again and closed her eyes for a moment.

Diánysma yawned quietly, and clacked her beak shut. Rubies were hidden from view, and she rested. Perhaps when she awakened, she'd work once again. Maybe by then, the plague would be gone and reduced to one cell. Oh, what a nice little hope. Already, the creature was a living and walking plague vector. Her god would be proud... that is, if they even existed.

A few hours later, the juvenile would awaken once again. Blinking with bleary eyes, Diánysma almost shook her feathers out, but then realized that she could be throwing off potential diseases. No, she and her god could not have that. What was a vector without its plague? Rubies closed again and she turned her head upwards towards the ceiling. Diánysma smiled and hopped onto a stone. She was so focused on discovering the secrets of the plague that Khloros had given her that she hadn't taken a moment to observe the cavern she was in.

Beady red eyes took in the sights. Great cliffs rose up above the land, a great valley in the caverns. It was like a large crater, and she was at the bottom. A tower rose over the landscape, casting a shadow over the large forum and buildings within the room. Quietly, in her thoughts, she asked, 'what is this place?'

Her reply from Belladonna was, 'orion.'

Orion.

It was a pretty nice name.

After some sightseeing, the creature hopped back to her little makeshift 'house', and decided to check up on the progress of her bacteria. Casting white sense one last time, she hoped the attempt would succeed.

So... it did. There was trace amounts of the sickly green mass, but nothing to be worried about. She managed to isolate just a bit of the plague! Excellent.

Would Khloros be proud? She couldn't go back just yet. She had to make a plague so out of the box, that he would not see it coming! So the raven worked, but she had to find abses for her disease first. Diánysma left her humble abode and ran off.