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[Iratze]

One moment she was spinning, laughing, whirling, dancing. Rainbow lights illuminated her face and her body as she danced, the same way it illuminated the human mortals who danced around her. They were packed together in the warehouse, all sweat and emotion. Someone with crowd anxiety might say they were ‘packed like sardines’, someone more comfortable sharing their personal space in the name of art would say they danced as one, the boundaries between their bodies becoming blurred by the electronic beat and the drugs that both blurred their senses.

Iratze pretended well enough, but she knew she was not like them. She took the drugs under her tongue, but, they did little for her. She was immortal.

In one moment she was whirling, reeling, laughing, and dancing… 

In the next moment she was whirling, reeling, she laughed, then crying...

She broke step with the dance. She pushed her way out of the throng. She clutched her stomach, feeling like she would puke, but she did not. She stumbled, flabbergasted, trying to clear her head. After some time and distance she finally let herself stumble.  Her knees and hands pressing into the rapidly cooling earth. She began to try and sort her through, the tried to make sense of the things she now knew.

[i]Brontes[/i] 

His presence on his plane was unmistakable. Overwhelming, or rather, the fact that his presence could be felt upon the earth was an overwhelming fact that she could not ignore.

It has been seven-thousand-years since that god had been felt upon this plane. It had been seven-thousand years since herself and most the other gods had been kicked out of heaven and hell and bound unto the Earth.

She could find the other gods easily, that was her purpose and her power after all. She thought of Brontes from time to time. She must have thought of him while dancing, then sensed his direction... She had searched for him in years past. Especially after they had first fallen, to no avail. She had given up. She had searched for the Sun and the Moon but had to be satisfied with their distant glowing visages in the sky above. She had seen the other gods, but, without their stations they had little use for her, so, she drifted apart from the others as the years past. 

“Brontes…” She said it aloud now… She had to tell everyone… that is what they would have asked of her… 

… yet, no one had asked. Did she have to tell anyone? Should she seek Brontes herself? Would his presence unite them, divide them further, or put them at war with one another? Would they revert back to their old habits and positions? Or would they become something much worse? Why had Brontes returned? Why now? 

Before she could decide, she looked up and saw another god that she had not seen in ages. 

“Thalia…?” She said it like a question, but knew it was she. Thalia walked on the path, her power was unmistakable, and quite familiar to Iratze even as she walked through the mortal world in her mortal disquise. 

Iratze had seen very little of Thalia in the past seven-thousand years, but her aura and rainbow hair would be unmistakable to the daughter of the Sun and Moon. She identified herself anyhow.

"It is I, Iratze, the messenger..." It is how had greeted others in the past. She got to her feet, brushing the dirt and frost from her knees. She was still in her club-attire. Her neck and arms covered with beads and bracelets, and otherwise wearing very little. 

The messenger goddess wondered how much Thalia knew. Could they all sense Brontes now that he had emerged?

"Do you... recognize me?" She asked, somewhat timidly. She wasn't sure if Thalia would be pleased to see her or not... Especially not now...