Patricia
As the discussion bounced back and forth, Majesty positioned herself near the center of the room and carefully made note of each new idea to be brought up. By the time she saw fit to speak again, her scroll now looked like this:

*- Plan A: Two suns, one large and one small.*
*- Plan B: One sun and one moon, to change positions with the passage of night and day.*
*- Plan C: Several suns, moving as an interconnected network, and with each sun reflecting an aspect of a ritual participant.*
*- Plan D: To brighten the stars, and grant demigods stars also, to provide light in place of suns.*

*- Proposed Addendum 1: That any sun created should accelerate the growth of mortal crops.*
*- Proposed Addendum 2: That the light of a given sun strengthens magic associated with its creator gods.*
Now they had a surplus of concepts in the mix, and Lyndor was talking up a storm. Furthermore, the presence of that serpent represented an entirely different problem. Majesty held her composure throughout the chaotic discussion, but even she arched an eyebrow in genuine surprise when TSU revealed just why the creature was held in such low regard. It certainly explained the *Stench* Of the being, at least.

Ah well. Time to corral all this nonsense, and bring matters under her sway once more.

"Begone," She said, and then promptly *Smeared* The fragment of Edon out of existence with a wave of her hand. Given how minuscule a portion of a god that worm had been, there was little it could do to evade or resist under the circumstances, and the nature of Majesty's attack was—like she'd shoved aside the version of reality in which the serpent existed, and replaced it with one where it didn't. 

As it turned out, rituals weren't the only field in which the Archfiend held experience. Compared to the Unending, this nuisance was hardly worth bothering with.

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"Edon can face his judgement later; for now we have other matters to attend to. Besides, it was clear he had no intention of contributing to any form of agreement between us." Honestly, did that squirt think he could just eat a baby god and then show up to throw peanuts at the next ritual? She'd admire the audacity, if it weren't so blatantly stupid. With a sigh, the Archfiend turned away from where the fragment had been, confident that (in the *Unlikely* Event that any part of it had survived) Triticea would be watching and waiting for any further signs of trouble.

"Now, where were we?" A calm smile, her arms open as though she sought to welcome all the gods' thoughts and opinions. "It seems to Us that plans **C** And **D** Have gathered the most support thus far. If we are to compromise between them, why not brighten the stars and set them moving in the sky, so that each one lightens a particular realm in turn? Let them be empowered, too, as Lyndor suggested, with the aspects of the gods they reflect." It seemed as good a solution as any: take the star plan and stitch in the important parts of the multi-sun plan. 

"Triticea's proposal seems to have garnered general approval, so We'll consider that one included for now. However... Rav'Nixander, why don't you go ahead and voice that concept you had in mind?" 

Knowing that weirdo, it wouldn't be anything she agreed with. However, the crystalline deity might look on her more kindly if she handed it a spotlight, let it shoot its shot. She respected its eloquence, at least, and would rather have it owe her a favor if possible.
Mary
In the name of Gaia, what *Now?*

Somewhere in Yggdrasil's tangles, Aphot drew his attention from whatever he'd been doing to cast a questioning look towards the base of the World Tree. His younger siblings' penchant for calling attention to themselves was becoming... Impressive, in a word; a nuisance, in another.

Like he'd been at so many other gatherings, the shadowy god was quite suddenly *There*, lurking in the background like a pretty little decoration. Watching his dear kin politick and posture like one amused by a cartoon sitcom. Just as he was at the magic ritual: muted, invisible, beneath notice until one decided to notice him.

*Suns.* Of course the bloody spitfires wanted to set the sky aflame now. And granting demigods their own stars? A soundless laughter bubbled up from within. His brethren never failed to entertain.

Especially in their ire. Aphot's presence squirmed with amused glee as several deities voiced their disdain for the deplorable Edon. His personal feelings on the matter remained unknown, but damn if he didn't find this particular scenario funny. As Majesty vanquished the Edon fragment, a small *Pop* Noise was created for that comedic ambient effect. It enhanced his joy quite a bit.
Kiara
"If I am to be blunt. Silly's concept of stellar amplification was the idea I was to convey. I suppose an additional addendum would be to tie amplification to a mobile celestial lens. To both regulate day slash night cycles and to assist divine and mortal astrological observation of the stars."

*It appears being preempted caused the crystal to sound almost sheepish.*
Charlotte
"What about the fog sun? I'd bet it'd look pretty and beautiful! Like wouldn't it not be just so majestic to have the air be your sun?" TSU said, almost getting rabid with her thoughts, like really wouldn't this just be soo cool?
Mark
*Edon would listen to the conversations. The disdain and hate chucked at him was expected even if he had attempted to quell their desire for blood in the moment by speaking clearly and arriving in such a docile form, trying his best to be nothing more than an envoy. Some sins can not be forgiven, so it would not take long for the discussion of them ridding him from the conversation. Edon would grimace at the outcome, most of them hadn't even heeded his words or bothered listening. Poor poor serpent... Forever wanting to coil, never able to perch. That was the fate decided, the outcome he would live out. Though this meeting had served a second purpose for the fate god, potential recruits. Victims. People that could be persuaded, as well as the head honcho of the situation identified.*

*Majesty.*

*Oh Majesty, a tyrant that referred to herself as royalty. A wolf in vile sheep's clothing. A girl in a gods body, he could see it here. There was no order to her, a filthy fearmongerer. They respected her because they had no other reasonable choices, Iona was still so new to the world. Xanthous was well... Xanthous.*

*His attention turns to Silly, for such a strange appearance. They raised the most valid point of the entire situation. He would nod in... Agreement? A first perhaps. Congratulations to the jesters privilege for being the only one able to see sense in such a rancid situation for the god of eclipses.*

`"I do agree with this one, having our own unique shape with its own properties mitigates the issue of morality. I am willing to participa-"`

*Splatted like an insect by an invisible force, the fragment of Edon is hit by the slippers and the energy from Majesty and explodes into pieces of glass, shattering as the remaining parts fizzle away. It would seem Edon had actually planned to agree in his participation following those rules, yet they were too quick to judge. He had played the part of pessimist to try and raise such a counter solution. Now he would not be there to be a part of it. Though his encounter with the tyrant would be remembered, she had become a priority on his list. Not for violence, for resolution. The two may be able to settle upon something... To be at odds with a queen was to possess a level of influence he so direly needed.*

*But for now... He was removed from this equation.*
Carol
The ritual's call was answered by ever more deities, a few of whom Onesifi recognized, and some of whom were completely new to Onesifi. It was to be expected; Gaia never stopped in Her creation, just like the lesser gods never did unless they disappeared. And with the new arrivals came a need to assess the participants once more.

Almost instantly after Onesifi, Rav'Nixander arrived in its usual crystal form. The deity of ambition greeted their fellow mortal-oriented deity with a special nod. At the very least, the arrival of the God in Waiting would ensure that necessary failsafes would be made - and there would be a simple, reliable mind in the poison-laden atmosphere of divine politics.

Soon after, the goddess of Harvest joined the gathering - although, in truth, she was acting completely different from the Triticea they knew. It was striking how the composed and calm goddess was now overtaken by a childish, impulsive mood; perhaps there was more to the rigid goddess than Onesifi realized. A short nod of acknowledgement in her direction - even if she did not seem to acknowledge them - was in order.

The unknown old has been replaced by the new, as Ichtaca introduced himself, clearly pleased with the attention that Onesifi showed him - a welcome sight, for they still found themself in need of allies. Still, the domains that he introduced himself with were those that Onesifi understood well - and therefore knew how dangerous they might have been. This one was ought to be watched - but perhaps not right now.

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After all, whatever they were thinking was instantly interrupted by the one and only Nach. One Siri still remembered the mad ramblings of the chaotic goddess, and recalled how painful it was to try to decipher them - but once they were, how many ideas they held, whether good or bad. Although the momentary silence that she had cast over the whole hall and the fact that she had fallen asleep the moment she did so clued Onesifi to the fact that she might have been in a more... Disruptive mood today. Hopefully, Majesty would be able to at least reign her in somewhat - she did become an involuntary transport for Nach, after all, which did imply a certain connection.

A completely contrasting goddess came right after her, breaking the silence almost immediately after Nach wished for it. Iona, the goddess of order and control, had all the overbearing presence and condescension of Majesty with none of her tact and diplomatic ability. It was clear that Onesifi had nothing in common with her - and they almost thanked her for the complete lack of subtlety. They knew immediately that they could certainly expect nothing good from the goddess.

And to complete the triad, Xanthous, the god who embodied both of the previous aspects, made his entrance - and immediately earn an eye roll from the deity of ambition. They did admire the aspirations of the god, at least, even if they would certainly resist him should he have been tried to pronounce himself as such - but to tell these aspirations in front of an entire divine community, including a few deities that would definitely oppose him... Was the peak of stupidity. Especially with nothing indicating that he actually had any cards to force the issue.

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Mr. Bones, the next one to arrive, certainly looked less amused than usual. Something was going on inside his head - especially with the way he ever-so-slightly moved his jaw as he was looking at Majesty. There was most likely history there, but it was probably for the best not to press anyone on it. Still, the skeleton god probably came to ensure that his realm was once more exempt from changes; other than that he would not be a factor in the proceedings. Onesifi acknowledged him with a small nod, before moving into the next person...

The one that Onesifi should probably have expected, all things considered. Bea, the child goddess. She was not really a factor in the hammering of the pact, and the Restless did not believe that she would be. They just hoped she would not actually be a problem, even if she was sure to be bored out of her mind by the most important part of the ritual.

There were two more deities who had not, in truth, shown themselves, but who were probably willing to participate, judging by their arrival. One Siri would need to assess them later.

And of course, there were the main stars of the show. The host of the meeting, Lyndor and Majesty.

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Lyndor, from the first glance, seemed to be a benevolent and optimistic god. Almost too much so to be believable, considering his domains did not imply it in the least - although his earnest attempt at persuading Majesty to "Drop the theatrics" Was a sign of extreme naïveté - a quality so often associated with the features above. If this assumption was correct, then it would not be too difficult to manipulate his views to align with Onesifi's; just cover them with a sprinkling of apparent benevolence, and he would come rushing to lick it off. Of course, that was in the ideal situation. Reality was that the deity of ambition would not be the only one trying to sway the ritual master.

In a way, everything Majesty was doing here could be predicted: it was an endless show to establish dominance and make everyone around her seem lesser in comparison. So, when she circled Lyndor in a way that put Onesifi behind her, clearly attempting to assign them her lackey - an intention clear despite the honeyed words - Onesifi allowed themself the tiniest bit of treachery: they simply stepped to the side and forward, trying to put themself on a more equal ground with the Archfiend symbolically. The further signs of condescension and obvious attempts to hijack the ritual did not go unnoticed as well - but before they could address this properly, something happened.

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A dark feeling came over Onesifi - a feeling of disgust, of seething anger that had to be unleashed one way or another; it was only in a few moments, when the deity of ambition turned around, that the source of the feeling became clear. A serpent, so distasteful and vomit-inducing that a desire to quash it almost overwhelmed Onesifi - but they knew it was irrational. They had never seen this deity before - or a fragment of such, at least. A weak memory of a great pain expressed by the Yggdrasil surged through their mind - as vague as everything was. Perhaps this was what happened to those who truly defied Her. A smirk appeared on their lips as they affirmed one thing, at least: whatever Wyrd was babbling about had even less worth than they had first assumed.

Still, the emotions that Onesifi experienced were far too intense; they could understand what was happening, but could barely process it in any rational way. Only once the Archfiend squashed the petty fragment of the Devourer did they feel some sense of relief - and finally could form their thoughts on some more new information.

Silly was one of the deities who did not leave a good impression on Onesifi, despite how much they wished otherwise. She was rigid, completely set in her ways - something they would never think could be said about a goddess such as her, with the disruptiveness she had brought rivalling only Nach. They did not expect dealing with her to be pleasant.

Soldr, on the other hand, was much more agreeable. He asked fair questions, did not mind any decision and generally lightened up the mood in a calm way that none of the other deities could. He was another welcome addition to the gathering.

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And of the proposals themselves... Frankly, Onesifi could not be more confused. Everyone was talking rapidly, completely unorganised - despite there being apparently a few deities of order. Ideas bounced off each other, with very little clarity on what everyone was truly proposing. But most of all, Onesifi was shocked at how... Self-centered all the divine proposals were - and they were supposed to be the selfish one!

For what it was worth, the proposition the majority seemed to be in favor of seemed to be mostly adequate for the mortals - even if there were still some things to be ironed out. And yet, Onesifi was done with simply waiting. They rapped their knuckles on the wood of the table, cleared their throat and stated a simple question - one which did not expect an answer: "Would the council kindly grant me the right to speak".

A few seconds passed, before they started talking. "Thank you. Now, let me introduce myself to those of you I am seeing for the first time. I am Onesifi, the Patron of the Ambitious, the Guid of the Travellers and the Emboldener of Change. I am rather pleased to meet all of you, but I could not help but feel the desire to forward a few of my own thoughts on the matter."

They stood up and turned their head towards Majesty. A practiced curtsy was followed by somewhat monotonous words: "My gratitude for escorting the Godeater out of the gathering hall. I must admit, it's aura was harmful to my concentration - the reason I had not spoken out sooner."

This formality dealt with, Onesifi strode around the table, eventually landing near Iona; their gaze slightly hardened, before declaring to the entire table: "Iona's first message makes me note something I did not expect to be necessary: whatever the form of the lighting we choose, it should not be ideological. Let us suppose, for a moment, that the discussion had stalled at the first proposal, and everyone agreed to the two suns."

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They conjured two balls of light above the table. "As Iona stated, she desired for it to show some sort of immutable hierarchy - a proposition which I, as you could suppose from my profiles, could not abide with. But neither would Iona budge on her point - unless we agreed that whatever we chose should not represent any single system of values."

The lights disappeared, and Onesifi shook their head. "Granted, this point is now moot, considering that no one truly agreed to that proposal, but I believe my point stands."

Onesifi could not help but look at Xanthous during this interlude, and instantly turned their gaze away in a clear show of disinterest at whatever title Xanthous claimed. They moved instantaneously to the head of the table, snapping their fingers and continuing. "Now, returning to the more relevant matters; at first, I was somewhat apprehensive of the current situation, but after giving it some more thought, it seems to be solid. I was hopeful for the ritual of the Light to solve two problems in particular."

"First was a way to synchronise mortals' understanding of time with the cycles of the World Clock - and moving the Godstars in a certain direction at a constant speed, together with Rav'Nixander's proposal of a lens strengthening and weakening their light cyclically does solve that."

"And secondly, I hoped for the system to help mortals with navigation - especially in case of connecting our realms more securely. Once again, a fixed direction of movement of the Godstars, combined with the everseen Yggdrasil is a fine solution to this question."

"I also agree with Silly's proposal: demigods should have their own stars. After all, they might be lesser than us in sheer power, but they are still divine.

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Looking over the committee, Onesifi snapped their fingers again, punctuating the next part of the monologue. "However, I still have something to say. First of all, there is a concern I do share with Iona: how shall the constellations be arranged exactly? I do not ask about demigods' stars - obviously they should be close to those of their progenitors - but what about us? So far, I see two logical choices: via deities' relationships to others or via their domains."

They created a few points in the air as demonstration. "Arranging the stars according to domains eems to be the rational choice, but it does not truly take into account our wishes. Taking, for instance, these three stars." Onesifi colored three of the points: one turned blood red, one became opulent golden and one started flashing between white and cyan. "The deities here are much alike in their domains - and yet, each one would be too prideful to let the others outshine them. And while watching the competition might be amusing, I have no doubt they would be more interested in standing alone and unobstructed. And besides," They made a fourth point flash every colour possible and put it next to the white-cyan one, - "The domain of the two-coloured one overlaps with another; and the two on its sides have completely nothing in common, defeating the point entirely."

They made the points disappear, and moved onto the second topic. "And as for personal connections... Is this not how the Godstars already work? Fixing them in a state that they are now would only render them inaccurate one day. Lovers can become the most bitter of enemies. Nemeses can turn to staunch allies. Why should we fix the constellations in this frankly arbitrary point in time?"

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They cleared the throat once more, before continuing. "And for a lesser concern, there is something I would add for little more than mortals' convenience. Four stars, unconnected to divinity, staying constantly in place, signifying directions from the World Tree. It is not entirely necessary, of course, but I cannot help but indulge our creations at times." They smirked slightly, before finishing with a simple "These are all the concerns I can muster for now. Perhaps there will be more that I will find over the course of discussion, but I am glad to pass the voice to the next deity."

They curtsied and got back to their seat, preparing themself to listen to more ideas of their siblings.
Todd
Shaking his head, Vaias followed after Xanthous. Really, couldn't he have chosen to do this in any other way? He hadn't even responded to Vaias' question. Well, it wasn't as if Xanthous' behaviour was truly surprising; Vaias was well aware of his arrogance. The self-proclaimed king of the gods must have thought himself above answering even the simplest of his brother's questions.

But, alas, he was headed to the same gathering as Vaias was, so what choice did he have but to follow? Vaias flapped his wings, rising into the air without a sound, and soon landed near the gathered deities.

He had missed some of the conversation, it seemed. *"What in Gaia's name is a sun..?"* Vaias mumbled, inaudible to anyone but himself. Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to stand around and listen for a while. If it turned out this "Sun" Thing was worthless to him, he could always leave.

As he listened to the conversation, the Lord of Truth realised it may have been a good idea to introduce himself first. This may not be the right time for it, though, as the instant the thought popped into his mind another goddess stepped forward. She'd had the bright idea to summarise all of their ideas so far. So, Vaias listened intently to the goddess' explanation, and the ideas that were proposed afterward. Even Edon, he humored, letting him speak but not making up his mind.

Vaias would be alright with any option. It seemed like a good idea to have some united form of light within the world- like Triticea, he didn't care much about how exactly it would look.
Eva
*Zzzz...*

*What resigns a god to slumber? Those immutable few, unburdened by mortality's maintenance. Rest is pivotable for us lowly mortals, but a god's slumber is surely a slothful thing. For what need has a god for rest? What need has a god for dreaming? What precisely, does a god dream? When the world's at your fingertips, your every whim, your every whimsical desire could be brought to life.*

*Zzzz...*

*So, whyever would a god dream? Could it be a wellspring for divine inspiration? A means to kill the time? Perhaps, a curiosity or even a peculiar pleasure? Perhaps something more profound?*

*Zzzz...*

*Our Nach dreamt of many things, our Nach dreamt of her past wherein she lived a fruitless life burdened by a broken mind but accompanied by a few, a precious few she can scarcely remember. Our Nach dreamt of her present wherein that broken mind could at last bear fruit, a boundless experience, a never ending tale, all her whimsical wonders brought to life and yet still so much more was to come. Our Nach dreamt of her future wherein the pretty colours flew unfettered, wherein all could enter unto the Nachening, wherein reality was sundered and-... And... She had her-.. What.. Her-.. Talking. So. Much. Talking.*

*...*

*Long was our Nach idle, cozily confined therein Majesty's pocket, unperturbed. Bliss without that damnable thing was however sweet, short, a renewed rustling was felt from within and sure enough did our Nach's little tiny head emerge with an annoyed, now furious expression.* "***Grrruuuuggghhhhhh!*** Talk-Talk-Talkity-Talkity-Talk-Talk-Talking-TALKERS! Sshtupid Sunlyvers... Foiled-soiled this Nach's most pleasurable dreaming!"
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*Again did all sound, excusing our Nach's own, suddenly cease. Though that wasn't the only trick she pulled, our Nach in all her fury cast another babbling bubble around the gods. Wherein all but our Nach would have their voices swapped with one another at random, the effect wasn't immediately noticeable unlike how she muted our world. And after it was cast she adjusted her spot in Majesty's pocket, wrapping herself in a banky, and leaning back against the Archfiend, with a yawn.*

"Foiler-soilers... Ruiner of our most pleasurable dream! Alas, alas... It'd seem this Nach is awake." *She nodded, a wide eyed crazed look sparkled within those eyes of burgundy, as did a smile crease across her face.* "Your talkity-talk-talking of STARS and SUNS had awoken us, NACH! Thus penance, PENANCE! Is required, yes-yes! We shall for this pour all the pretty colours into the sky, a phenomenal phenomenon! See them sow currents of dancin shimmerin light, see them ebb and flow... See them sparkle and glimmer, like waves brushing against our many-many stars! We'll see that these auroras are sailed, we'll see that we and our precious chittering creatures too sail onto our *Fawncy*-fawncy lights~!"

*She looked up, and above the gods did these supposed shimmering dancing lights materialize. They ebbed and flowed, like an ocean's tumultuous waves intersecting with one another for a vivid star stunning scenery.*
Sherry
Xanthous rested his head on his fist, watching all of these Gods and their proposals. He especially didn't respect Majesty at all, but he'd have to deal with it.

Fools, all of them. Especially the disgusting Edon.

His attention was directed to Nach, the small woman within the Majesty person's pocket. Xanthous frowned even deeper, noticing the sudden lack of sound. It was odd, not hearing anything except for the voice of Nach. Xanthous snapped his fingers and the barrier practically exploded, doing no real damage but sending the air scattering around the Gods. Then, the sound of air trying to fill up the vacuum again resonated with a pop. 

"A lot of suns?" He said, chuckling. Though he did not know it, his voice was swapped with Bea's, which made him much more comical. "You fools. Suns are stars that are simply brighter and bigger." He said, "Think about it. If we were to have a network of Suns, what would that mean for the eyes of mortals? The heat?"

Suddenly, about a dozen or so miniature Suns appeared in front of the Gods, each weaving in the way Lyndor described. Xanthous then placed a miniature mortal under it. In this simulation, the mortal burned up under the sweltering heat, and the light was practically blinding.

"One sun and one moon would describe everything in the world. Not theoretically or philosophically or metaphorically or any other false way. Simply good and bad, predator and prey, hunter and the hunted..." Though, his speech would lose its touch without his voice.

Xanthous grinned devilishly. "You reap what you sow. So why not make everything equal?"
James
Bea frowned and grumbled something about disco suns and her siblings not understanding her creative genius, but did not otherwise speak out. Fine, no disco sun. How boring.

She faded out of the conversation but continued to listen as she simmered with annoyance. Why would you make a suggestion if you didn't mean it? It was a stupid and dumb and a waste of time.

And of course, the others just *Had* Embellish their proposals with fancy schmancy words that made her head spin. Bea had no use for eloquent speaking and it did nothing but encourage her boredom. She'd prefer it if her siblings spoke casually but knew better than to expect such a thing. She thus resigned herself to being clueless.

Her eyes narrowed when another spoke, only in *Her* Voice. She scowled but did not comment. For now, she was done with the negotiating. She just wanted to start making things and the less she argued, the sooner that would happen.
Angie
As the conversation continued, Iona had her floating marble throne descend just a bit below Majesty's towering height - acknowledging that her sister was in fact the one completely in charge of the room.

There were so many unfamiliar voices speaking out, each trying to advocate for whatever personal side they had... It would be easy to misstep. So instead, she leaned back into her throne and remained mostly quiet, listening to the other gods as they said their piece. She let out a small huff of amusement as she watched the cannibal get snuffed out of existence.

When Nach revealed herself once again though, she was already expecting mischief - especially after seeing how the room was once again forced into silence. Iona honestly had trouble keeping up with whatever Nach was even trying to say. It was as though the words went in one ear and straight out the other. It became more obvious what had happened though, after Xanthous started to speak.

A simple voice swap? Well, if the little rat thought that she would get to choose how she would speak, she was wrong. She'd teach her sister a lesson in her own way - modifying the magic placed upon herself to sound as though she was Nach specifically.

"As was just said, **Brother**, such blatant powerplays are pointless" She said in Nach's exact tone of voice, though without the cadence.

"I'll make things simpler for all of you - I rescind my plan. No need to keep it up as a possibility to take up room. As for my vote... I vote with Majesty, whatever should she choose" She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. She would recognize when she had lost. It was better at this point to gain favor and hurry up the process rather than waste goodwill.
Kari
With the Betrayer God vanquished for the time being, she returned her attention back to the meeting. "The eyes of the mortals?" She raised an eyebrow at Xanthous. "What about them?" She crossed her arms. "Who cares about those little insects? If they die, we can just make new ones. They shouldn't even be a factor here." In truth, she didn't care at all about how things were done, but she really wanted to speed up all this pointless prattle about how the suns would take form. Bringing in unnecessary complications like the dumb mortals was just wasting her precious time. So long as the suns got their job done, they could look like naked jesters or even giant messages spelling out **FUCK TRITICEA** For all she cared. Her pride was not a factor here, just that they get to a swift conclusion and stopped wasting time, and she made that clear in her speech.

The more and more people spoke, the more she complained. Triticea Pueri did not have the patience that a fusion of herself and the Genetrix normally did. "Who cares about any of this? This is just meant to spread abundance and light, not to inflate your egos!" The Child stomped her foot on the ground, looking like she was having a tantrum. "All this arguing is wasting our time! The aesthetics of it don't matter! We should just get to the point and make it already!" The shape that the suns took or their number was irrelevant to her, only that they would further her pursuit of her purpose. The divine gift that Gaia had bestowed upon her, knowing what she was meant to do. 

"If you want to have one sun, okay! A hundred suns, okay! According to some made up idea of who's best or just randomly tossing them around, okay! There's no point quarrelling over something this irrelevant!" Where her foot stomped against the ground, shoots of wheat began to sprout, only to be crushed beneath her heel as she brought her foot back down onto them. The utility of the suns was what mattered. All the other discussion was pointless.
Sherry
Xanthous' narrowed his eyes at the temper tantrum his sister was throwing. Triticea held no regard for mortals... Disgusting. 

Xanthous then relieved all the tension with a sigh. When he noticed Iona speaking in Nach's voice, he knew something was wrong. Clearing his throat, he dispelled the trick Nach had placed, returning Bea's voice for his own. He did not, however, change the other Gods'. "Fine then. Since this meeting is going nowhere- which is to be expected from incompetent Gods like you, I honestly do not care anymore." Now Xanthous looked bored with this whole situation. 

"The final result no longer matters to me. Whether we have a sun or not means nothing in the grand scheme of things. I wish to be productive." He said. His eyes then swept everyone in the room, lingering especially on Majesty. 

**"So hurry up."** He said, his voice commanding, clear as if he was standing right next to each God and talking into their ear. Xanthous slowly descended from his cross-legged position landing on the ground lightly. 

No need to be fancy or formal. He had things to do, and unlike *Someone*, he cared for his mortals. So if there were fifty suns, he'd blot them out. As soon as his foot touched the ground, golden energy(akin to that of lightning) sprouted up and around him, darting for his crown. When the surge was over, his crown was then a teal, which it regularly was. 

"Let's get moving. I have a vacation I am due for, places to be, and people I need to see." Xanthous said. Suddenly, his ripped shirt changed to a button up t-shirt with palm trees on it, and he now wore khaki shorts with slippers, and also sported a pair of shades. This was a look most never saw Xanthous in, only when he sought to go relax on the beaches of his realm. Even his hair looked somewhat different.
Wiley
Ichtaca sat silently as he watched his siblings engage in an endless cycle of arguing. They'd posit ideas, then someone else would posit another, then they would argue which is better, then they'd come to no conclusion. An endless cycle of nothingness.

He took note of how they all seemed to carry an air of superiority about them, but especially Majesty, Xanthous, and Iona. He thought it was queer how they came here to work together, and yet they still insist that everyone else is somehow inferior. It sparked a fire of rage within him how seemingly everyone, save for a few, carried a contrarian, holier-than-thou attitude.

But rather than voice his thoughts, or confront his siblings, he remained silent. The god of secrets thought it better to remain enigmatic, concealing his opinions, than to start yet another argument amongst the group.
Kiara
"Let us simply go for the amplification plan."

*Rav flinched a little at the change in sound coming out of itself.*

"It appears any other suggestion so far is being pushed towards ideologies of specific gods. If additional effects are wanted, may I suggest those be tied to the current star or constellation being amplified? Tricitea's star brings growth, Nach's casts auroric light across the sky, things of that nature. Theoretically such effects can be implemented on a far more personal scale."
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Lyndor cleared his throat, standing tall at the center of the gathering of gods. He could feel the collective energy in the room, a mingling of ideas, ambitions, and creativity that made his heart race with excitement. It was both exhilarating and humbling to be surrounded by beings of such power and wisdom, all gathered here to shape the future of their world.

"My fellow gods," Lyndor began, his voice carrying a tone of confidence and determination. "I want to thank each and every one of you for answering my call and coming here today. Your presence here signifies your commitment to collaboration and your desire to bring something extraordinary into existence."

He took a moment to scan the room, making eye contact with each deity present. "I am grateful for the input and ideas that have been shared so far. From the concept of multiple suns to Silly's brilliant proposal of constellations, it is clear that we have a wealth of creativity and potential in this room."

He raised his hand, offering a small gesture of appreciation. "Before we proceed, I want to ensure that all voices are heard. If anyone has any objections or additional ideas they wish to put forth, now is the time to speak."

Lyndor would continue speaking. "With that said, I propose that we proceed forward with the constellation idea. It carries the spirit of unity and individuality, blending the light of the suns with the wonder of the stars. The night sky will become a tapestry of our combined efforts, a testament to the diversity and creativity of the gods."

Lyndor's gaze moved from one god to another, seeking their approval. "Of course, we will incorporate all the general accepted addendums to the ritual to ensure the stars align harmoniously and the balance is maintained. But let us embrace Silly's vision and create something truly unique and beautiful."

He turned his attention to Silly, a warm smile gracing his features. "Silly, your star will shine brightly, and together with the others, it will inspire mortals and demigods alike. You have brought a touch of whimsy and magic to this gathering, and I thank you for that."

Lyndor then glanced around the room again, giving each god a moment of recognition. "Let us move forward with this endeavor, my fellow gods. Together, we will create a new celestial masterpiece, a testament to our collective power and creativity. May this collaboration mark the beginning of a new era, where the heavens themselves reflect the beauty and unity of the gods."