Jamis Fran Muskar was not the typical image of a messenger, despite the grandiosity and the wings. At seven feet tall he was diminutive for his kind, and his clothes were not the loose, toga-style garb messengers favoured. He wore a brown jacket over a dark green shirt, hiking boots and jeans. With his wings and shroud of amber light, he looked like an angel on a casual hike. Jason, Jali and Tera watched as he floated down and his feet settled on the metal deck of the vast hangar instead of hovering over the floor which was the messenger norm.Jamis allowed his wings to shrink away, and the light around him vanished as well. He stepped closer, highlighting how much Tera and Jali loomed over their king of kings. The least messenger-like thing about him was the absence of any display of dominance. It was well within his power to expand his size and look his fellow messengers in the eye. Instead, he looked up, fixing them with a curious gaze.Jason, in turn, looked over Jamis. In his astral kingdom, Jason could perceive far more than the obvious, down to the fundamental nature of anyone in it. The threads of power making up the messenger’s body were an intricate work of art, far beyond what Jason himself could create, even in the heart of his domain.“Your avatar is impressive,” Jason told his guest.Jamis turned from the other messengers to focus on Jason.“You will learn as you gain experience and your power grows.”“I would hope so, looking at your efforts. Even my prime avatar is crude in comparison, and this is one of your peripherals.”“No astral king would risk sending their prime avatar to the kingdom of another. You are new to the creation and use of avatars, so I will warn you that there are ways to use your prime avatar against you. No actual danger, of course, as what could endanger the likes of you and I? The true threat to our kind is inconvenience. To be thwarted from whatever our current agenda happens (...)