[center][u][b]Astarte, Goddess of Magic and Summoning.[/b][/u][/center]

From behind Orabil, Astarte floated up and toward the three arguing Gods, stretching her limbs and fixing her disheveled hair. The crown upon her head nearly fell until she pushed it into balance with a hand. She was rather late on answering the call for Sauranath's judgement, but at least she arrived.

[b]"Sauranath, right?"[/b] Astarte began, pointing at the Dragon God. A tired, goofy smile crept over her lips. [b]"So it was you who set the greatest tree in Galbar on fire. I should've known!"[/b] She floated up to Sauranath, stopping just in front of him and petting his nose, [b]"Some humans say that dragons calm down and may even befriend you if you pet their noses. Do you feel better now, Sauranath?"[/b]

She grinned for a moment, before pulling away from the dragon and toward the two other Gods and putting her hands behind her back, still looking at Sauranath. [b]"See, this plant here is called Orabil, 'Nath. It lets light reach the world at day, vanquishing any Nightmare that came into existence the night before. If you destroy this tree, every creation, including your dragons, faces great danger."[/b] She shrugged.