Even Laud could not resist the edge to find the answer. They all searched by reading about the origin of the god bowl.
It had three parts:
-Speak the True Name: Not yours. The sky’s. And mean it.
-Fly Without Wind: Launch yourself into the open air, no currents, no beast.
-Listen Without Sound: Wait in silence. If a beast heard you, it would come.
If nothing came?
You were not chosen.
You were not ready.
As the gods spread across the sky, some of the smaller word fragments birthed simpler creatures.
These became the first lesser Sky Beasts still beautiful, still strange, but without the deep echo.
These were the beasts that became the first mounts of mortals.
Loyal. Fast. Fierce.
But not bonded by an echo.
They could be bred. Trained. Named.
But never truly connected.
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