*polgara smiles and Ame's glowing thingy changes to a Amethyst color* of course

*she then looks over at all the newer people she then runs over to every one of them with a golwing thingy* pick a color every one
What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...