Vaelric frowned. If they felt it, does it mean that they've always known things about him. Then he had another thought...did they know of who he met in the river of memories?
"Even though I have the blessings of the five, but am born a Stormborne and should belong to Vireon. I assumed each god watched only over their own realm and don't concern themselves about the other realms."
"We do." Caelion smiled. "But blessings are different."
He raised one elegant hand,and immediately, the wind gathered around his fingertips. Five tiny streams of colored light appeared.
Blue, Red, White, Emerald and Gold.
Each floated independently. Yet slowly...almost naturally...they drifted toward one another. And when they met...they became one brilliant sphere.
"They may be separate..." Caelion said softly. "...yet they remain forever connected."
The sphere dissolved into countless motes of light before disappearing.
