Kelthis noted the fading of Onhiel's smile and the twitch of his eyebrow, filing away the information, processing it, predicting. It was not simply his business to know how other's would react to certain actions from certain people, it was his divine duty, an inescapable grasp which had sheltered Kelthis for his entire life. Righting his head, the god looked towards the door as Adiel swept in, the wind which she stirred parting at his form, leaving all untouched. Unconsciously, his figure molded itself slightly, taking an appearance more similar to that of the goddess. Her mentality - self-important, greedy, generous, somewhat capricious- could lend itself easily to manipulation. Yet even he could not truly discern other gods and so it was only left to wait.
More gods began to file in, Nur and Aftrone and Yngvi and Bigher and Orugoru, each coming in their own fashion. The Wrothful One, a flickering passion that burned all in its path. The Scale Bearer, balanced and lawful. The 'All-Father' - a smirk tinged Kelthis's lips for a moment, darting away instantaneously - as direct and stubborn as the race of his making. The God of the Earth, brutal, prideful, physical. And the Changing One, at once alone and in communion with the world. Each would see a reflection of themselves upon entering, a fleeting image resembling their oft-worn features that became Kelthis's currently chosen form.
Onhiel strode to the front of the table, settling next to the chair. Sound filtered into Kelthis's mind, held for later acknowledgement for his attentions turned elsewhere. He could guess as to the reactions of his fellow deities to the following display. Once again was his form cloaked, wreathed in shadow, phased into the seat of the throne. Three for Prothos and one for Orugoru. The course seemed certain. It was only a matter of steering the path.
"We presume to know our paths, just as we presume that the proceedings signify a change in the order. For aeons have we abandoned this throne, this room. Now we return to choose the one whom would lead us." Light fell in on the chair, streaming towards the center of Kelthis's body, disappearing in motes of dust and a devouring darkness. "Our forerunners have abandoned us, just as we abandoned this throne. And now it is occupied." Veins of shadow crawled along the edges of the throne even as the glimmer of the metal dulled. "If you would presume yourself worthy of such a mantle, ascend and spare me this mockery. There is only one heaven to master and none may hold it."
