A leaf on the wind. Delicate and drifting, slipping back and forth across the path, flitting from one sight to another. The curiosity of the thing was a hypnotizing oddity.
The Spirit watched the human child through the shifting lens of the Atherial Realms.
Born from corporeal beings that had achieved transcendence, the Spirit had never desired to be a "solid mass" itself.
Until now.
To see the candelight soul flickering and fluttering in its simple joy, followed by the steady presence of the caregiver, for the first time the Spirit wanted.
And so, with a wish of being, the godling took form.
