[center][h1][color=gray]The Laughing Rain[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=gold]Amos[/color][/h2][/center]

Amos frowned, it seemed that many of his family thought him to be the boring one of the group. How strange that it bothered him as much as it did. He should have expected such a response from Cyl, they were one who was never going to reply with little else then utter nonsense. But still, he couldn't help but think that more then one of his siblings thought so little of him, even though he had done so much for them. Things they would never understand, best left unsaid. As Cyl walked over to him, peering at his human form, he too gazed down at his sibling. Their form was small, had they always been so? They spoke at last, mentioning her name and the human who had followed.

[color=gold]"Cyl it is then, dearest sibling."[/color] Amos said with bitterness in his voice.

Amos moved his gaze towards the male, not very old but then what did a god consider old and young anyways? He looked bewildered, luckily for him the rain had died down and the thunder was distant. A storm in the mountains could prove most fatal to a human after all. Other then that, Amos did not really care for him, he had one objective while it still mattered and that was reminding Death that he had taken his purpose away.

He looked back at Cyl, [color=gold]"I'm sorry to disappoint you at my presence."[/color] Amos stated. [color=gold]"You are a little unpracticed it seems, I suppose centuries without one's powers and you tend to forget a few things. Look around Cyl, we're on a mountain far from where the bell rang it's beautiful note. As far as I can tell, someone rang it on the East Coast of this country. Perhaps another spell and you can take us closer? I'm sure you have the ability to do so, but whether you can seems to be in question given your latest bout here."[/color] He said wryly. 
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[center][h1][color=gray]A Demigod Talk[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=cyan]Keyla[/color]+[color=gainsboro]Death[/color][/h2][/center]

Keyla noticed Fiala out of the corner of her eye offer her a cigeratte, but Goehearth interrupted her from speaking. She was flattered though but before Keyla had time to reply to any of them, another goddess arrived, attacking everyone there with words of contempt. She did not like this newcomer Vetra in the slightest, she was far to rude. But her words did shine light on why they had gathered, something about a Hollow or another. She didn't have a clue.

Keyla noticed Fiala turn to her and give her name, also offering a hand to shake. Tentatively, Keyla took it and shook her hand. What Fiala would notice as soon as touching Keyla, was a sensation of serenity wash over her. Like all of her troubles washing away in a breeze, but Keyla would be unaware that she was doing anything other then shaking Fiala's hand. [color=cyan]"I'm Keyla. Keyla Harms, nice to meet you Fiala. I'm...I'm sure you won't have to call him your boyfriend anymore."[/color] she said with a soft smile.

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It had been going so well, then Vetra had arrived, backhanding him in the face and practically insulting everyone gathered. Death felt his anger rising.

Death hissed, [color=gainsboro]"I care not for the petty distractions of the flesh Vetra, nor am I related to any of you whatsoever. And be careful to point fingers about incest my dear Goddess for your infatuation with Goehearth has not, nor ever, been without questions."

He tried to calm himself, but Vetra was one of the few Gods who got under his bones, and her annoyances were now laid bare to everyone.

[color=gainsboro]"If you had arrived naught but ten minutes earlier, you would have heard us speak of Huseror. Hollow is another matter entirely that demands our presence leave here first before further discussion. Now shut your mouth or I will for you."[/color]
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[@mercenarius][@Dealdric]