Thirianna's maternal attentions were not rejected, but nor were they welcome. The smile faded some more still, Varavana's eyes coming to squint at Thirianna as she ruffled his neat, black hair. Out of respect for both her and the context of the meeting, he said nothing, letting the perceived slight go over like it was nothing. Vaul, on the other hand... Varavana stared up at the armoured elf god, letting out an exasperated sigh and shaking his head. The following arrivals of Nerevas and Kyras only continued to fuel the chimera's alienation and disappointment. His worst fears were being confirmed and then some.

[i]'The fate of the worlds is in the hands of these imperious, callous and confrontational beings. It always has been, and this is where it has gotten us.'[/i]

Varavana's thoughts bordered on the downright blasphemous. He halted that train of thought before he entered regrettable territory, focusing instead on how to better communicate with the proud beings who were supposedly his 'family' - he had not been taught to hate or reject others, be they mortal, young gods or Ancients. 

[i]"I cannot tire in matters such as these, Ancient sibling"[/i] He emphasised the last bit in indignation, [i]"I dare say, Most-Elder-Sibling, it is not I who has grown tired. It is not I who has been afflicted with lethargy, apathy, inaction and complacency. I travelled here for a few reasons, and thus far this meeting has proved..."[/i] His eyes looked between the more on-edge Ancients, Vaul and Navaras, and then back to Kyras [i]"Productive, on those fronts. It will undoubtedly continue to be so, even with the absence of the rest of our kin. It is their loss, not ours."[/i]

Fire.

That was the best way to describe it. His words were spoken with fire, unmistakable warmth but burning with passion, illuminating the figure of Varavana and making his stances more known. To the gathered Ancients, there was something hauntingly familiar about it - brief recollection of a long lost sibling, bright as the stars and blazing through the sky. What was their name again? It faded as quickly as it came - these words were still spoken from the mouth of a child, after all.

Varavana closed his eyes for a moment, letting out another sigh. [i]"We had best discuss the matter which Respected Thirianna has called us here in concern of."[/i] The fire faded, the chimera returning to his usual peaceful self.