Origin Avatars (1)
Making four plates out of Adamantite, one being much bigger than the rest, Rowan finally acknowledged the presence here with him. It was a bit childish for him to keep them waiting, but he thought it was important that they also observed him in this manner, he did not know when he would ever sit here like this again, and if they were to hold on to any core memory of who he was, then he wanted one of those memory to be this one.
Not of a creator, or a destroyer, but a mortal.
When he had awakened from his deep slumber, he had found his body in the form of a child, but with his body syncing with the mental age that placed him in his mid-twenties, he rapidly grew to his peak form. He was not growing, just shifting the arrangement of his body to suit what he wanted, and he luxuriated at the ease he was able to do such a thing.