On her temple on the Lone Mountain, Tyrithe discusses matters with her two High-Judges. As the temple is an open place with marbled floors and ceiling, their voices carry far as they talk. “--I just thought it was funny how much he was refuting it.” Atropos giggled. Yansha and her had been telling Tyrithe of some of the funnier things they had seen for the last few weeks. “Of course, he was disciplined.” She nodded.

Yansha however, merely yawned. The two didn’t get along too well and had a rivalrous relationship with each other. Tyrithe approved as it motivated them, but kept a careful eye on the two. “Oh?” Atropos replied to the Kitsune’s yawn. “You got something better?”

Yansha made defensive hand gestures but had to cover her mouth again as another yawn escaped. “No, no, no~.” A yawn escapes her mouth again, “That’s not what it’s about this time. I’m just a bit tired from last night. It was a ‘family’ meeting. The other Kitsune and I had some things to discuss. It’s not something I really enjoy.” A sigh was then released as she turned to the Goddess and apologized. “I’m sorry for this sad display, Sakura.”

Tyrithe smiled and nodded, “No, it’s fine, Yansha. I imagine the others must be tiresome. I remember how much they talked the last time I saw them. . . I never thought they’d stop.” She laughed a little. “That aside, have you two heard much of the other gods?” The High-Judges shook their heads. “I see. Perhaps I should pay someone a visit.” Tyrithe mumbled to herself. “Tea time.” She walked to the back of her temple with the High-Judges and collected her things. “I shall depart now you two. Get some more work done while I’m gone.” With her tea set she disappeared in a swirl of Sakura Flowers.

“And she’s gone.” Atropos sighed.

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The Goddess of Judgement appeared in front of the Temple in U.S.A. in a swirl of Sakura. She hoped Ersa, the Goddess of Order, would notice her and invite her in and it’s not like her presence was a hidden one. 

 Ersa was someone Tyrithe found herself able to have a civil conversation with, albeit her citizens are in horrible shape and cannot even provide for themselves. “I hope she’s up for tea today.” She said as she walked up to the temple’s entrance.