>>5215425>>5215428>>5215518>>5216002>>5216172"Acknowledged." A wave of approbation briefly washes over each of them. Constantia finds herself an unoccupied region of Theosphere and clears it, ready to resume her labors.
>>5215244Ten, a hundred, a thousand eons spent planning. Apothis, Ace, Oceanus, even Yrsill had all made life and wonders. Despite this, creation seemed... scattered, inert, empty, in her eyes. Mortals existed to exist, lazy and idle and bored whenever the attentions of their masters wandered elsewhere to pursue ambitions. This was stasis, not order. Something must be done. The goddess decides to construct a structure within the boundaries of the realm she now inhabited. Gathering up the raw substance of creation from outside, she begins by rearranging it. Loose particles are packed close and made neat, becoming hard matter. Hard matter is arranged into a solid foundation on which to build.
Foundation. Molecules of hard matter are then aligned into patterns, creating building blocks, which are then meticulously arrayed into infrastructure. Great canals and a vast sewer for the aquatic, wide roads and sturdy bridges for the earthbound, tall perches and wide terraces for the airborne. Buildings arise, some for habitation, others for commerce, and others still for future exhibitions and events. Constantia calls this a 'city,' and this city is known as Nexus. At the heart of Nexus was the Sanctum, a sacred stronghold from which Constantia would steward as its Judicatrix.
Still, she bars all from entry. Nexus was not quite finished, not yet.
>Constantia spends 4 Ren to create Nexus, a structure in the Theosphere realm.>>5215765Constantia's essence instinctively reaches out and brushes against Larillam. The Goddess of Order had nothing in particular to share with the Goddess of Hierarchies, instead silently greeting her peer. In her own fashion, Constantia now views Larillam as a sort of sister. A perverse, haughty, loud sister, but even a goddess does not have the privilege of choosing her siblings.
