You stare at the wooden icon in front of you. It was a simple, yet beautiful thing, to the point that it had nearly brought tears to your eyes on several occasions. Carved out of some wood that you didn't know the name of, and formed into the shape of a hand belonging to one of the beloved Creators. The way the hand had been carved and sanded was instrumental in helping the icon to achieve its effect, the hand reaching out as if the Creator it as connected to was saying, "Take my hand, Enlightened. Shh, don't worry, everything's going to be fine. I have something I want to show you, Enlightened. It's called the Airship, and is almost completed. It is to be our new home, and I think you will like of very much." and then you would hug the small form of the Creator, tears slowly falling down your face as you express your gratitude towards the Creators the only way you can think of at the time. And then they'd raise a single finger to your face, wiping away the tears. "Do not cry, Zayna, We only wish for the Enlightened to be happy..."
Rapidly blinking, you look away from the icon in an attempt to halt the incoming wave of tears. It was said that each anthro experienced the sadness of the Creators during the Ascension at certain points during their lives, and during certain activities. Worship was often one of those activities.
Standing up to your towering height, you try and think of something to do. Ah, a walk should do it!
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