The moment Gaiane awoke, she felt funny. It wasn’t a nauseous funny or a laughter funny, but a just plain different funny, and she couldn’t tell why. At least, not until the large fairy who had originally summoned everyone to the Starground in the first place began to explain that they would be inhabiting the bodies of the original fairies for the second part of their journeys for him. Gaiane knew the originals who frequented Shaman from interacting with them on occasion, as happened in the Pantheon, as well as from the studying her mother had forced upon her daily. Unfortunately, Gaiane had no mirror to see who it was she had drawn and Gaiane was not a master of the backs of the hands of the original fairies.
A quick glimpse of her companion-competitors told her she was not the angry Dane, Rhaegar, nor was she the Spaniard with whom so many fairies seemed to be smitten. That was probably for the best. Gaiane had heard Gar and Thyri frequently enough to know that she would not have liked to be in his body, and from the stories she’d read about the Mallos generation and all of the wishful suitors on earth and on Shaman, Gaiane was certain she did not want to be him either. That only left Xephyr and Tsi for her to be, assuming only those deities most familiar with the world had been taken. Otherwise there were a much larger number that the young fairy might have resembled. She didn’t think about looking to the pendant to find her answer, though that would have told Gaiane she was possessing Tsi, the chairman of the Council of Originals. She was possessing the one person her own mother hated more than anyone or anything else. At least for the moment. Styx seemed to hate whoever was in charge of the council at any given time.
Omni gave the trio the go ahead to return their items to their rightful places again, and Gaiane wondered how she would manage to find the bunker she’d stumbled into. She hadn’t know where she’d been going at the time and now she was in a foreign body and wasn’t certain where Pallas had run off to. The white dragon had had enough of adventures for the time being and wanted to rest rather than chase around someone who had the mental connection of her fairy, but looked more like a short Asian man. Unbeknownst to the young fairy girl, Pallas had returned to her small sanctuary bed and would not be coming out for anything but food for quite some time.
With a small sigh, Gaiane concentrated hard. The ancient being had hinted that they would be able to use the divine powers of their hosts, but Gaiane had no idea how to touch into magic. She had never been able to use magic in her life, though it seemed everyone around her always could. Rather than the teleportation through space and across universes she’d been trying for, Gaiane let out a small amount of gas. Her eyes snapped open and her face became the color of a bright flamingo. She’d just have to find someone who would be able to help her with this magical traveling, and the Pantheon seemed to be a good enough place to start.