Todd
*"Ah? We're still continuing?"* Vaias mumbled. He'd thought, at first, that the amplification of the stars would have been the last part. His own **Spark of the Past** Shone brightly in the skies, but it seemed that there was still something to do.

Though, Vaias had never danced before. He didn't think he'd be very good at it, even if he would try his best to go along with the rest of them.

...Oh, what did it even matter. He'd just do whatever the others seemed to be doing. Ironically as it was, they knew what they were doing quite well, whereas the Lord of Truth had simply been ambling behind them for this whole ritual. He'd learn in time, but today was not the day when he would know exactly what was going on.
Sherry
Xanthous slipped on his shades and got to work.

The first thing was finding a beat that went with the flow of Majesty's song. It wasn't too hard, he simply had to imagine it and the sound would simply come to life. The DJ set was just a cosmetic, Xanthous just summoned it because it appeared fancy. Bobbing his head to Majesty's song, Xanthous somehow made touching random buttons and levers look like he knew what he was doing. Being a divine DJ was rather easy- perhaps he should be called a God of Music.

His musings were cut short when the other gods started their own additions to the dance. As his star shone bright, Xanthous frowned. He adjusted the music again, so it would expertly weave and perfectly fit every God, amplifying whatever they did to make it better. His eyes found Vaias, who, Xanthous thought, seemed too scholarly for dancing. "Brother Vaias," Xanthous called, slipping on one of his headphones, "Too uptight to dance?" He teased, a smirk on his face. This was a Xanthous many had not seen, a carefree Xanthous.

The young God could get used to this. 

Almost.

He still had his goal in mind.
Wiley
As Ichtaca stood there, absentmindedly strumming a guitar and watching the revelry of his fellow gods, he rolled his eyes at one goddess in particular— Silly. She was just so... Well, silly. Almost childish. He thought, "How could a supreme being be so... Immature?"

But as she tapped her noble triangle and placed her star in the sky, equally erratic as her, he continued to watch her in curiosity. There was just something about her, like she was hiding something, a wisdom behind her asinine facade. He suspected he was right when she then suggested creating drawings— constellations— and having people be blessed by the stars they're born under. This was truly a brilliant idea, and he found it to be something that he wanted to do himself. Maybe she wasn't as Silly as she let on.

But then she kept talking, and repeated herself. "How strange," He thought, "How strange indeed."

Regardless, he was keen towards this idea of constellations, so he would keep it in mind. He was going to bring it up following this party. But for now, he wanted to set the stars into motion, so as he played his guitar, he looked up at his stars, Yohua and Tlanextli, and blessed them so that they would move as the gods in the dance party were, constantly waltzing across the sky, in a cyclical pattern in tune with the passing of the seasons.