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The wind sprite Barbatos is a small thing. Adorable, really, made of pure elemental energy. He floats around like he belongs in the tower. Like there is nowhere in the world he’d rather be. It is a delightful sight, one that warms Decarabian’s heart. As much of it as he has left.
“Barbatos,” Decarabian says. The little wisp comes to attention. His eyes seems to widen. “My love,” he says in affection, because how could you have anything but for your own creation?
The little wisp chirps for a moment, before remembering its voice. “Yes, Decarabian?”
Decarabian smiles, holding out his hands. Barbatos floats ever closer. “How do you enjoy my tower, my creation? Is it as fine as you’d hoped?”
The question is redundant because Barbatos could not hope before Decarabian had pulled his gust of wind into sentience. Nonetheless, he asks.
“It’s beautiful,” Barbatos says so honestly. He twirls, taking in the ornate walls yet again. “How did you get it?”
Decarabian chuckles, scooping Barbatos into his hands and bringing him to on the table before them. “Ah, that is a good question,” Decarabian acknowledges. “I am not good with words, my love.”
Barbatos hums, “That’s okay. I will become good enough for the both of us.”
Decarabian lets out a full blown laugh at that, index finger coming to gently tap Barbatos, “I hope you will indeed, my dearest Barbatos. It would certainly save me the trouble.”
“But,” Decarabian continues, “since you asked. I inherited this place with my gnosis.” Decarabian taps his chest. “A gnosis is what makes me divine. Before I was an archon, I was just a man.”
Barbatos looks up at him in curiosity. He does not hide it.
Decarabian nods to himself, decision made. The wordless question will be answered. “I was just a boy when the winds swept through the land. My younger brother died in the cold and later my mother and father passed. I would not want anyone to live through it but it was undoubtfully common.” Decarabian pauses to look down upon his wisp. Barbatos’ entire body has dropped into something sad. “I sought out an archon and stole their gnosis. I wanted to protect the people and in order to do that I did what had to be done.”
Of course, the archon had had to die for that to happen, but it would not due to further distress Barbatos. As it is, he has heard enough within the first hours of his life. Decarabian will explain more later.
As it is, Decarabian reaches out to pat Barbatos, “But do not be sad, Barbatos. I am keeping everyone safe now. There is no need to worry.”
Barbatos nods his little head. Decarabian is glad the wisp understands.