The radiant form of Uburra-Namall drifted through the land like a dream made real, a woman of fantasy. Her essence beautified all it touched, and enamored all creatures, man and beast. Her path was marked by the bright glow of light and love, as she descended her sacred mountain to visit the people favored by Vram.
As she passed through the wilds, she entered a new place she hadn't remembered building. Then she remembered, it was the home that HER people began building. She looked about as they went about their days, and her form became imperceptible as the wind. Since the divine wisdom was passed on to the elder onlookers of the tribe, there was just arising order to the budding civilization; there was no need to distract them from their work yet.
And so she drifted past them, as a warm and gentle breeze, blessing their flowers, and caressing their children gingerly, before heading to the beach where the Miscreas were arriving as her new guests.
When she reached them at last, she chuckled imperceptibly; these WERE indeed Vram's creatures. And as such, she would greet them with the same happy respect she had for Vram. She washed over them like new found vigor and courage. The women shrugged off their tired faces, and the men felt themselves rising...
They marveled at the power that now coursed about them, wondering if Vram had sent them a blessed breath to boost their morale. Though, the one who appeared before them was not Vram. It was the irrepressibly lovely Uburra-Namall...
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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