Name: Moondust
Story: Starfall
Colors: Vienna Orange #19 (I want to witness the beauty of your repair); Rich Black (saturation)
Supplies and Styles: Pointillism + Canvas + Graffiti (11 Years of Rainbowfic Space Month – Challenge Mir & Challenge Pioneer) + Saturation + Fingerpainting + Minature Collection + Paint-by-Numbers (life sucks right now, but there's good things on the horizon) from shadowsong26 + Photography
Word Count: 602 (52 + 61 + 62 + 54 + 54 + 70 + 60 + 42 + 54 + 76)
Rating: G
Warnings: None, brief reference to death.
Notes: Pre-Starfall legends. NB. Mod notes on Rich Black’s that 5 prompts were only added after and can be ignored if preferred, so I did, so I hope that's still okay for Pioneer. (15-20 prompts would have pushed this way too far.) Fingerpainting for format, which was new to me.
Summary: In High Eisterland, they tell different tales, of other Powers – or How the Moon Was Made, told in fragments.

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i. Jupiter

In Emoyra, they tell the tale of Starfall and the eight Powers (Spirits, Divinities; honour them as you will) who transformed the dead land: in Eisterland, they tell other stories, of other Great Powers, and of the Lesser sort who came after, and isn’t the truth always more tangled than it seems?

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ii. Saturn

The rift in the skies above and the rift in the land below are not governed by the laws of time that mortals must obey – when the stars fell to earth, some landed in the dust of long ago, before the great renewing, and hid in the corners of the world where life still thrived; there they prepared for the future.

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iii. Earth

There were Powers in the centuries before Starfall – Alyn, lady of the snow, the great preserver; Kan who spoke to the crawling things that survived in the barren times; Olny, first dreamer of dreams, who saw the way; Cyro, who fashioned cunning devices and hiding places; Deolu the hunter, the fighter; and last of all Sia, whose gift was then a mystery.

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iv. Uranus

Sia’s heart was sick with longing – day and night she looked to the sky, counting myriad stars that were never enough; the great rift in the clouds did not sate her, or the Sun’s light, or the colours of the star storms – but what was missing, what her soul desired, she did not know.

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v. asteroid belt

Many hundreds of years ago, there was no moon; only Sia’s great longing that pulled in the rocks and ice of space, and broken pieces of ships that sail the stars – she called out to each one, fitted them together, and hung her great work up in the night sky to light our way.

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vi. Mars

This is the great sum of Sia’s heart-sickness – all the strength and cunning of Deolu to hunt ice and rocks out of space; fulfilling a dream undreamt by Olny; taming wilder forces than Kan ever brought under his will; a monument that outlived every creation of Cyro – that if there was a battle to settle who was strongest of the first Powers, Sia won it, unarmed and striking no blow.

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vii. Neptune

Some say there were no seas before Sia’s sighs brought the moon into being, that every last salt drop were tears she wept in the years of her wasting, but this cannot be true: what she brought was the turn of the tides, and made from her ocean of wishes the waves that dare to whisper dreams to our souls.

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viii. Venus

In the days when the moon was new in the sky, Sia wandered the length of the land, night by night, to watch its path through the sky, charmed by its ever-changing shape; in love with the mirror of all her desire.

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ix. Pluto

The lives of all the great Powers are short (the greater the Power, the shorter the life), and of those tales record, Sia’s time passed most swiftly; she was first of the Powers to submit to the great change – after she made the moon, she dispersed into air to dance always in its light.

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x. Mercury

The act of dispersal is key to worshippers of the Powers, for this is how they are active to this very day: take Sia – she haunts the moonlight still, bringing the mirror of truth to our souls, giving us the heart to seek our dreams, and weeps with those who long for what they may not have – and so it is for all the Powers, if souls will pay the ancient cost to hear them speak.