Becky
Triticea was not a deity that often concerned herself with worldly affairs. She was an extension of the will of the World Ash, after all, and so much of her attention tended to centre around what she perceived to be her purpose. To cultivate the greatest and strongest of plants - that was the reason that she believed Gaia to have allowed a part of her to grow, and to become an entity of her own. It was a rare thing for her mind to drift to much else for long, but today had been different. Ever since she had broken off from her work, an odd desire had burned in her chest. Her eldest daughter, the Guardian, had done a fantastic job at keeping her domain safe. In recent years, though, her Guardian had been leaving on excursions to foreign realms. 

For the first time, the goddess felt worry. What if her child encountered one of her siblings? She was well aware that not all of them were savoury, and that there were many who would torture her... Or worse. It was an uncomfortable sensation, this *Worry*, but she could not get it off her chest. While most gods could often be found one the World Tree, the Wheatmother was a rare occurrence. In recent times, she had withdrawn into her Valley, only making occasional excursions to the Garden to compare her produce with her Mother's. When was the last time that any of her siblings had seen the Great Locust out of the Valley? Years, in fact.

And so it was a bit of an oddity that the goddess of the harvest could now be found sitting upon one of the roots, a thoughtful expression on her face. Her usual baskets of wheat were gone, having ditched the presentable humanoid form she used for interaction with others for her true, eldritch shape. It could hardly be described as sitting, really, more hovering over one of the roots and staring down into the void. She could only surmise that the Mother Gaia had placed such feelings in her for a reason... But what? She pondered the thought, uncaring of those who might arrive.
Eric
**Behold!**

A column of flame rising like a spear from the void, star-bright and furious, its furnace point aimed perfectly vertical at the sky. Surpassing the roots, it diverged and split itself into two, six, *Eighteen* Radiant lines all blazing out in different directions, a sun-glyph ripped free of its native tapestry and set loose into the unprepared world. At the center of the display, at the heart of all these many outreaching spears, the fire formed a ring, and from that ring strode a beauty cloaked in smoke and ash and shadow. Her hair was dark as volcanic glass, her skin a perfect twilit blue, and her lips—oh, that crimson! Who could ever forget it, having seen it once before?

As always, the Queen of the Gods made a flashy entrance.

With an idle flick of one hand, she made the enormous sun-portal behind her spin about and then fold in on itself, until it vanished as abruptly as it has appeared. A good eye-catcher, to be sure, but it had no purpose now that *She* Was on the scene. All eyes ought to be on her, on her beautiful face and arching horns, on her stylish ankle-length dress with its tactically-placed slit that so tantalizingly revealed her long and well-toned legs. With a monarch's confidence she descended step by proud step upon the harvest goddess, until they stood together above the roots of Gaia, and those same roots shuddered with a fearful tremor at the immense weight of combined divinity that had gathered above them.

And now Majesty smiled. "Triticea, there you are. We were just wondering where to find you—tell Us, are you well? There have been no, ah, *Disruptive events* Happening within your realm of late?"
Betty
"Hey. Fancy seeing you here." A voice said. Cresting one of the roots was a tall, human figure. It was Soldr, God of Destruction... Or at least it looked a lot like him, save for a few details. His eyes were a bright green, and he was missing the batlike wings that stretched from his shoulders. As usual, Soldr was clad in leathers and furs, with a cloak fashioned from the pelt of some beast he'd fought draped across his shoulders. He had a pair of comfy pants made of durable black cloth, so it seemed like his people had developed fabrics.

As Soldr slid down the roots to greet them, he transformed. The cloak dissipated into orange flames, stretching out into a pair of wings as his eyes turned ruby red. It seemed Soldr preferred to travel in mortal form but could shift back. Absent the cloak, they'd be able to see he had a huge scar on the left side of his body where the Unending had taken a chunk out of him. The scars traced along much of his torso and abs to go along with the many he already had crisscrossing his arms. Maybe he kept it that way on purpose or maybe he didn't know he could just make his body heal with essence or maybe it was just that way because that's how he thought it would work.

"Triticea, right? It was nice meeting you at the ritual." Soldr told her. He then turned to Majesty. He raised his eyebrows just a tiny bit, almost imperceptibly. He found confident people like her very attractive, and he caught himself checking her out in the sensual black dress.

"It was an honor to fight alongside you. You were an excellent commander." He said. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry I got a bit carried away. You know how it is, you start swinging and next thing you know you've turned yourself into a big scary war demon." His memory of the fight was a bit blurry but he remembered causing a fair amount of collateral.

"What're you two doing out here?" He asked. He'd seen the flare from Majesty's entrance while out wandering around among the roots of Gaia, and gone over to investigate.
Brandon
"Oooo~! Ohohohooo~! Disruptive? Disssruptive!? Eheheheheeee~!" 

*But alas before this meeting of peers could go off and be productive, an eerie voice bellowed from within an unseen chasm. An unmistakable though faint presence felt with Majesty's person, a rickety racket rustling around through the Archfiend's own hair. Like a rodent racing through the thicket, it crept onto our supposed monarch's horn and circled round and round, till 'twas there! At the very tippity top, like some sly serpent this- creature wrapped its body around her horn. Like a wolf who hung with shadows, warily watching there above- and with eyes alight by an insatiable hunger. But in truth this creature was quite miniscule, a tiny terror who hung in the company of giants. Our Nach was a miniature, more so than usual! Small as a mouse, even.*

"Fancy-fancy~! Fawncy-fawncy~! Oh we assure you, we're being quite disruptive in her realm as we speak! We think it funny to watch the baker girl bake, the juicer girl juice, the cookie girl cook..." *She giggled, wiggling her little miniature head to and froe.* "Aah, but we're ahead! Quite so, this Nach hadn't met either of you... Creatures... Not really, not truly. Seen sure, poked perhaps, but becoming of friends? Not quite! We indeedly must right this wrongful wrong, but first... First... Fiirrrsssst- Snack time!" 

*She reached her hand through space, tearing a hole between reality, before promptly pulling a miniature cupcake there from the Valley of Abundance. Nibbling away at it, like a rat would its cheese.* 

"Ohmnom but we- we rememomomber hormnom man! Your skull was our shiomeld! Verym usefulom!" *She spoke with her mouthful, for some reason she felt the need to interupt her words with "Om" And "Omnom".*
Becky
This form that the Wheatmother was in, her true form, had eyes enough for all of her siblings that had chosen to join her. The eyes on her wings darted over to Majesty, while the ones that covered her main body took in two gods that she recognised from the ritual they had done to create magic. "Brother. Sisters." Triticea Genetrix greeted calmly. She blinked, a motion that looked almost psychedelic as her hundreds of eyes closed and opened at different times so it looked almost like a wave of closed eyes had washed over her. Majesty's question prompted her to close all of her eyes, an even more unsettling motion, before her voice rang out again as the sickles that impaled the ring of wheat flashed gold.

"I am well." She hummed, "As for the affairs within my realm..." Her eyes opened, each and every one darting over to Nach. It was kind of hard to tell which way was forward with Triticea, since she was covered in eyes on both sides of her body. Now, though, seemed she had no need to blink as hundreds of gazes settled on the goddess of chaos. "It is your children entertaining mine, hm?" She closed her eyes. "My thanks. I cannot deal with those children sometimes." The Genetrix spoke in a formal manner, a sharp contrast to the more casual and childish Pueri that normally took precedence.

She closed her eyes. "Word of the goings ons in the Hall of the Gods has reached me since then. My condolences." The goddess sent another wave of blinks over her body again. "But, speaking of that..." She turned to face them, since apparently her front had been looking away from them the entire time. It didn't really make much of a difference, given that both sides were covered in eyes anyway. "I have been thinking of crafting a gift for my Guardian, a reward for her work. To do so, though, I would need my siblings' help." Her unspoken request was clear as her eyes split evenly between the three other gods present.
Eric
Majesty wasn't greatly surprised to see other gods popping up; the regions surrounding the trunk of the World Tree had long been a popular gathering place for them. That, and she herself was well-known among her kind, so it only made sense that they would come running to greet her the moment they made an appearance. If the gathered individuals just happened to be illustrious deities in their own right, that was but a happy coincidence.

She wasn't about to pass up this opportunity, however. "Why, you need only ask, Triticea dear. You lent your own power to Our magical designs, after all—and such faith must be rewarded. Come, let all of us here pool our strength as we did then, and bring something new into this world." She spread her wings, and raised one finger with a dramatic pause. "In fact, why stop at just one? These are harrowing times, what with the creature that assaulted us in our meeting hall, and Mr. Bones trying to meddle in other realms besides. Our beloved creations need protection now more than ever, and We think it best that we all take steps to fortify each other against further threat. Are we not agreed?" Her deep red eyes met Soldr's with a look of sympathy, knowing how much he had suffered in the battle with the Unending. As for Nach, well, since when had the giggling goddess ever turned down the chance to be involved in something interesting?
Betty
As Majesty and perhaps the others regarded him, if they were very perceptive they'd see he was leaking essence. Like a boiler that had been punctured and was shooting out a gout of flame. He didn't even seem to notice. Or maybe that's what he had been healing from? As Majesty looked at him with sympathy, she might catch him staring back. Not at her eyes though. Instead, he was looking at just above her head. 

"There's a thing in your h-Oh, hey Nach." He told her, watching in fascination as a tiny tiny Nach crawled out. Soldr wasn't very good at shapeshifting - it had taken him months to master a custom form - and was often impressed by other gods abilities to do it.

"It's nice to see you again too." Soldr said, smiling slightly at her. He'd known many a wise woman in his previous life. Like Nach, they too spoke in riddles one had to interpret. Soldr knew it would be foolish to discard her ramblings, and he also knew that it would be very prudent to hang on to her every word because clearly she had great intelligence and wisdom. What others discarded as madness was clearly just them not being able to understand her.

"Didn't mean to eat you back there. Glad you're doing better." Soldr said apologetically. He wondered if maybe he should be more careful in the future.

Nah.

"Can I get one of those?" Soldr asked Nach he saw her pull a cupcake from nowhere. When Triticea spoke, that got his attention. He found himself nodding along with Majesty.

"Haven't had something take a hunk out of me like that since I was a human." He said, remembering the battle with the unending. He was grinning a little at it, staring off into space wistfully. 

"Next time I want to be able to crush it by myself." He also remembered fighting that thing in his realm. Had it been a weaker god, perhaps? What if a stronger one showed up? He had to be prepared.

"If we're making artifacts, I'll throw my essence into the pool. You in, Nach?" He asked.
Brandon
"Indeedly so~! Why we so adore the darling duo of Coco & Coco, two Cocos of a coconut-? Oh but alas, neither are full of a coco's blood... Rectify this perhaps, shall we?" *To discern meaning in madness was a tricky prospect, it didn't help when what was spoken was actual nonsense. Nevertheless, our Nach considered this peculiar plot while munching on her miniscule cupcake. She put more mind to it than the proposal of their illustrious ilk, though like Majesty anticipated, the prospect too piqued this thing's interest.* 

*But once acknowledged, she didn't immediately jump on the offer. Instead, our Nach hurled a dozen or so miniscule cupcakes straight for Soldr. Each of which were barely the size of an acorn, appropriately sized for our Nach sure but hardly so for him. She followed this up with circling round and round the tip of Majesty's horn, before she abruptly leapt to the Archfiend's other horn where she resumed her perch.*

"The COW! The cowy-cow-cower? Oh we do concur, this Nach does! Our cheery captain shall have themselves a tool for plunder, Y'ArGH! A hat? A ship? A BLIGHTED shark!? No-no-no, none of those." *She leaned forward, dangling off the Archfiend's horn.* "We'll see what makes of thee shall have... We'll see them, oh and we'll have our own! Aah! Aaahhh~! Our fawncy-fawncy friend of a kind of our own, a tool to our devices... A means to *Our* Unending whimsical wonder? Ooooo~! Indeed-indeedly! We'll have that, that in spades and more to booooot~! Boot? Ehehe, booties? Booooties~!"

*She clapped and cheerily cheered, miraculously hanging on in spite of no hands holding Majesty's horn.*
Becky
Though a few of them had odd ways of showing it, they had all agreed to her request, at the price of her own aid in providing them with divine arms. She had no idea what Nach had meant about a blighted shark, but she already knew from the ritual that this sister was a rather deranged one, so she let it slide. Instead, she merely blinked another wave across her body. "Very well. Then I will lend you my aid in exchange for yours, my siblings. " The eldritch entity descended lower, down to the roots of the tree, and her form shifted into the one that they would all have seen at the ritual. Where once she had been a strange creature with a thousand eyes, her shape was now that of a beautiful blonde humanoid, her wings being all that she retained of her true form.

Kneeling down, she placed one of her hands on the ground. She cast her power upon the Mother Gaia herself, and a growth began to sprout. Using her mother's bark, she pulled free a gnarled stick a bit taller than her current one was. Holding the staff in her hands, she turned to her siblings and spoke again. "This will do." The goddess reached her hand to the sky and grabbed hold of the spring breeze, bringing it low and weaving the winds around the staff. The winds that she had plucked from the air itself twined around the staff, solidifying into divine golden thread around the weapon. "This will have the power of the winds that bring new life to the fields of the farmers. And with it..." 

She turned to Nach, extending the staff as her Pueri side began to show. "Sister, let's make this one as malleable as the winds themselves." Majesty and Soldr would have their turn, of course, but she could think of no better deity than Nach to help her grant this weapon the ability to take any shape that it desired, as free as the winds. There was no greater way for a weapon to embody her sister's domain of change, after all. Once it was done, she'd hold it out for Soldr and Majesty to help with.
Brandon
"Mal-e-aw-bull? Mallea-mallea this hand of mawth-*Err*-aah!?" *Our Nach's skull turned a full 180 degrees, the girl's bright burgundy eyes recentered their attention around that ghastly thing bound by a golden thread.* "Aahhh~! A most magnificent choice, sticks- we do so adore sticks! Sticks of all kind, beautiful baubles, silly shenaniganizers, tricky trinkets... Yes indeedly, sticks- STICKS they be instruments! Instruments unfettered by design, free of make or ground or sense! Imbue must we, fly shall this like a leaf.. Or.. Or better yet, like a STICK!"

*Our Nach's proclamation was promptly followed up with the Tiny Terror's terrible leap! She flew free of the Archfiend's horns, and brought that instrument of Triticea's design into her grasp. Our Nach coiled around the shaft like a serpent to its prey, and sunk their chattering canines like a wolf into flesh. Wherein she imbued a terrible power, Triticea's staff begun visibly distorting, its image warped like fresh paint in a storm, a virulent vigor coursed through this once gnarly stick. Fresh flowers bloomed, as did intertwining roots, and a rich coat of moss. Our Nach's terrible touch nestled within, a force of change.*

"Aahhh~! Superb! Mm, alas a dirty taste though... Blegh." *She stuck her tongue out, crawling round and round the staff before she again leapt elsewhere. Frequently bobbing between perches, she was quite content to be so miniscule.*
Eric
"Our turn, then? Hmm, let Us see..." Majesty carefully took the staff into her own hands, and examined its length. She could feel the potential within it, already blossoming with the strength of two mighty gods, but it still needed a certain something. A touch of lethality, that fatal edge that so defined a good weapon.

In her arms, the stick again grew and shifted, and now took on a distinctly more dangerous appearance. The mosses, once so soft and fluffy, turned bright with the color of a stinging poison. The roots poked out at odd angles, and twisted themselves into pointed barbs and hooks fit to dig into the unprotected flesh of an injured foe. The flowers sprouted prickles and thorns, and their petals grew long and narrow, forming rings of blades that almost seemed sharp enough to cut.

"May you bite into the wicked, and leave them with wounds to remember." Majesty crooned not to the the other gods, but to the weapon itself, as though it were a crying child in her arms. "May your cut banish healing, and smite your enemy with pain beyond mortal fathoming. May you guard your wielder with the swiftness of a flytrap, and the cruelty of the most savage thorns... So that none will dare to challenge them, lest they suffer a horrid fate." A tilt of her head, one last affectionate look at the young creation, and then she gingerly handed it over to Soldr.

"A finishing touch, if you will?" The weapon already had enough essence in it to manifest, but she felt that a god bearing the domain of destruction might yet contribute something of value... And it was good to let everyone feel included.
Betty
Soldr saw the cupcakes coming and caught them in his hand, resulting in basically a pile of frosting and cake. He stared at it for a moment, and the cupcakes seperated into frosting, paper and cake before combining into a single regular sized cake. Clearly Nach intended some kind of lesson to be learned, but he'd meditate on it later.

While he had his cupcake, Soldr watched the others work on it. When it came to him, he'd finished eating and knew what he wanted to do.

"I think I can fix something." He said. He wasn't subtle like the others. Taking the artifact in his hand, he let go of it in midair where it floated as if suspended by some invisible string. He held his hand up, and tiny sparks of orange energy flowed into it, forming a sphere that glowed white hot like a little sun in his hand. A mortal would be struck blind, and even the gods would find it uncomfortable to look directly at.

"Let me just..." He pinched the ball with his other hand, and it stretched out into a long, thin glowing white cord. Pinching both ends, he pushed one into one of the stick (was it becoming more like a haft for something?) and then the next. For a moment, sparks of orange lightning coursed through it, and then it held still. 

"There." Soldr said, handing it back to Triticea. "Back where I'm from we had these things called 'boomerangs.' It'll work a little like that if you throw it."
Becky
With the essence of her siblings imbued into her weapon, the goddess of the harvest held out the hand. The weapon floated on its own, hovering through the air before finally settling in a comfortable position in the air above the Wheatmother's hands. When she moved her open palm, the weapon followed, its centre remaining above her palm the whole time. Bringing it to the side, the goddess moved her hand away, looking at the siblings that had gathered here to help her in crafting the weapon. She nodded her head to the others, satisfied with their work.

"My thanks, brother, sisters." Triticea Genetrix said. The weapon began to descend, until finally her fingers curled around the handle of the wooden weapon. "And you, who were crafted of the winds, I dub thee Ver Aura." She clenched her hand into a fist, and the newly named weapon vanished in a shower of golden sparks. The other gods would be able to tell that she had just sent a fragment of herself away for a moment, to hand it over to her daughter. Still, the majority of her essence remained here as she regarded her siblings again.

"There is more to be done." She hummed, "But not now. If we were to try to make another now, I fear it would come out... Inefficient." The word itself brought distaste to her features, her face scrunching like she'd just bit into a particularly sour lemon. She turned to Majesty, "I will aid you in crafting similar weapons, to shield ourselves from that errant cancer upon our Mother, the Unending." She nodded, "But that will have to wait." She looked between Nach, Majesty, and Soldr, "So, shall we bid our farewells now, and reconvene in a fortnight?" She suggested, "That seems ample time for our divine might to recover, and to forge a new blade."

She did not much care the order that the weapons wer emade in, nor that she was the last. For all of her flaws, Triticea was a patient goddess. She would wait as long as she needed to to achieve her goals.
Eric
Satisfactory. The final shape of the weapon wasn't wholly to Majesty's tastes, but Triticea could do as she liked. What mattered here was that they'd forged an alliance of sorts, an understanding that would strengthen them all in the days to come. The existence of Ver Aura was merely a proof of that, and a reminder of what they were all capable of if they pooled their strength.

"We were about to suggest the same thing Ourself, Triticea. Let us recover, gather our strength, and meet... Hmm. We may as well decide on the place when the time comes, no? Soldr can choose next, and he'll be the one to recieve a gift." Not only did passing the baton around this way held strengthen the bond between them, it also helped guarantee their own security. If prying eyes had somehow witnessed their ritual, if other gods had caught even a whiff of their essence... It might not be advisable to return to this same place again.

"In the meantime, while we're at rest, we should consider who may be a good fit to join us. We can think of a few already." More gods meant more power, and power *Was* The goal here, but that strength could turn to poison if placed in the wrong hands. A fifth or even sixth member could prove useful to their aims, but it would need to be someone they could all trust, likely a known quantity such as Ethros or Maranthe. "Of course, no sibling should be invited without the consent of *All* Parties involved. We value your viewpoints as much, We're certain, as you value Our own." 

She glanced at each of them in turn, checking for any sign of dissent, doubt, or worry. It wasn't too tricky a proposal, but the Archfiend very much wanted everything to go as planned, and specifically as *She* Planned. Put two or more gods in a room and you got *Politics,* No matter how congenial things might appear on the surface.
Betty
"Anytime. I love making new artifacts." Soldr said, flashing a wolflike grin. *Ver Aura*...He thought, watching it disperse to be teleported elsewhere.

"You'll have to let me see it in action one of these days." He said, finding himself wanting an artifact like that himself. In the days following the Unending, he'd been annoyed that even with his newfound might he'd only managed to wound it. And that was *With* The other gods helping. The book of creation had been a tremendous boon, and he wondered how much stronger he could make one with the other's aid. 

"Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that." He said to Majesty when she offered to let him make the next one, as if reading his mind. "I'll take you up on that. How about my realm, the Barrens?" He asked. He pointed to a large, rectangle-shaped realm in the east. The top was like a brick of sun-baked earth with pine forests atop it, while beneath was a mantle of molten magma. The northwest corner had been torn off, and in fact much of that region appeared to be a sea of lava.

"If we want to shy away from in someone's specific realm I can pick somewhere on the tree proper, but I doubt anyone could spy on us there without me noticing."

"In the meantime, I agree. We should vet some more people."
Brandon
"Fawncy-fawncy..." *Ver Aura, an intricate instrument imbued fricely by a burgeoning council of gods. Though its taste left something to be desired, it was nonetheless a "Foundation", for a prospective covenant of our Nach's apparent peers. How as our Nach put it, "Fancy", and how as she might otherwise put it... Interesting. The possibility that this could evolve into something more was worth seeing, perhaps our Nach could see these supposed peers contribute to the Nachening?* "So very-very, *Fawncy*."

*In a flash, our Nach appeared centerstage of their council. Now in her usual though still miniscule size, she sported a black magician's cloak and a sporting though crooked top hat.*

"Yes-yes! Shall we indeed invite *Some* Others, this Nach shall surely invite them!" *Her now in retrospect oversized hat drooped, obscuring that deranged creature's eyes.* "Oh but alas, alas! Our very-many-lot of friends are not of a godly nature, among those... We've nearly all our godly natured friends here now!" *The hat drooped lower.* "Buuut~! Perhaps, oh perhaps... We'll make more. Until then, we'll settle for that- that thing... The BARON! Realm, tree, void, box, it matters so very-very little... Though the Baron is alas quite, barren."

*She tilt her head, and an ominous pair of dim though vivid lights bleed through the top hat.*

"Perhaps that'll change." *She clapped her hands.* "Aahhh~! Ohohohooo~! And then thereafter we'll see our sweet-sweet, beloved Nachiavellian... Together!" *This excited her a great deal, evident by how she wiggled and swayed this way or that.* "Together~!"
Becky
She had no issues with what had been said, "You may all propose another of our siblings to join us." The Wheatmother said, more to fill the void of silence than anything else. That much was a given, after all, but she didn't want any mistake to her stance on the matter. She didn't show any opposition to the order that Majesty wanted to conduct things in either, and so she turned away. Soldr wasn't a brother that she knew well, but she doubted that Majesty would be willing to put a powerful weapon in his hands if he was not trustworthy in some way. Regardless, he had aided her in crafting a gift for her daughter, and so she figured she might as well repay him. She did hate being tied down by commitment, after all.

As for the location... "Your realm seems fine." The Tree was problematic, prone to interruption by their siblings cloying for a weapon of their own. She didn't fear that they would be sabotaged, but rather that they would be inundated with inane requests from their brothers and sisters to help them build arms that would be tiring for her to forge. More importantly, it would waste precious time that she could have spent on carrying out her purpose, and so she would much rather keep this to as few people as she needed. She was alright with maybe one, two more siblings joining this little project, but anymore and she would be irritated. A private realm sounded much better.

"Very well. I will see you all then." Triticea spoke decisively, never once questioning her decisions. There was no time for that, not when there was so much to be done to bring the will of the Mother Gaia to fruition. The Genetrix, unlike her Child aspect, had little patience for wasted time. With her purpose here complete, she nodded at her siblings, before her body began to disintegrate as she drew this fragment of herself back to her realm. That which had been her body turned to a large plant, withering away into nothingness and leaving no trace of her presence behind.
Eric
And so the agreement was set. It might be a while before Majesty got her hands on her own instrument of divine power, but the connections forged here were in their own way just as potent a weapon against the Unending. *That first time... The gods were disunited, out-of-sync, and Our orders could barely keep them working together.* She'd learned several lessons from that first brush with group combat, and one of those was that they'd need a more cohesive unit to make any real headway.

"The Barrens it is. We'd been meaning to visit your realm anyway, so We find this arrangement rather convenient." She glanced off the way Soldr had pointed, and then met his eyes again. "We look forward to experiencing your... Hospitality."

Let him interpret that how he liked. In the meantime, she floated past him and on to Nach, pausing to give the little goddess a gentle tickle to get her giggling all over again. "We'll see it indeed, dear, and more besides. Have patience; the end results of our endeavor will be well worth the labor of it."

Again she moved on, and now a blazing gateway tore itself into existence before her, the volcanic fury of the Throne raging beyond. "Now rest well, both of you. *We* Certainly shall, and Our example is absolute." Her wings spread wide behind her, and—with her dark, grandiose, and ever-beautiful silhouette framed by the fires beyond—she strode through the portal into the birthplace of magic, and was gone from the world they knew.
Betty
Will reply in a lil bit

As the other gods agreed, Soldr realized his realm was still a bit of a mess. He'd have to tidy up quite a bit or else the other gods would make fun of him. 

"Just gimme a bit to set up. I'll need to get party favors." Soldr said, making his excuses. Majesty was here putting him on the spot too with hospitality. He was guessing she had high expectations just from what he'd seen of her so now he felt pressured.

"I'll see you in... Let's call it a few months? I'll send out invites." He said. Surtr spread his wings, then leaped into the air before flapping then and soaring off towards the base of the world tree. He had business there.