[Muse]

The Awakening God surveyed his newly constructed court chambers on the island citadel of Tir na n'Og. Knotted tapestries accented the glint of bronze candle holders. Sets of Tuatha stood in what seemed to be natural flower petal arrays, each producing its own melody of conversation. His eye drifted across wrought bronze tables, fruited confections contained within filigree bronze bowls.

A Sorceress, Realtan, approached the throne encouraged by her companions, announced her name, curtsying deeply. To a smile from the Awakening God she produced in her right hand a spherical ingot of copper, and in her left a twin made of tin. What demonstration could she have planned? he thought. The revelrous songs that inhabited the past moments quieted to an observant hush.

Small currents of air brought each sphere to a hover, then a spin, circling them for a moment about her head and body. As their opposite rotations grew closer, the Sorceress pushed a soft bolt of lightning through the metals and in their heated fusion smoothed the product into a new perfect sphere.

She presented the still warm bronze ball cupped by her hands to a barely seen frown from the Awakening God,
"Is my lord displeased?" she inquired perceptively.
As he took the ball, and her hand in his:
"Realtan, Tuatha, today we forge iron."