[center][h3][color=cyan]Cicero[/color][/h3][/center]

Internal protests filled his mind. Cicero had no desire to be here, to be walking up to the building that had sat unattended for however many years since the huge battles had happened. He was inexperienced at the time, often deciding to stay to the sides and watch learning the tactics of the people who were much better at war and planning than he. Thinking about his actions and how he was a bit cowardly rolled around his mind whenever he even remotely thought of the grandiose palace. His nation was a mere set of villages at the time so no one had really thought much of the young god at the time, no one really wanted to inhabit the brute cold that swept over the desolate land either so they were sure he would soon perish. Those others who enjoyed brushing him off were the one who brought upon their own demise. A small smirk slipped onto his face thinking about the irony of it all. But he could not hide from fate, or the royal advisors who had dragged him out of the royal palace kicking and screaming. They threatened to stop praying to him for a full week if he decided not to go, so he then made the choice to go see his old pals.


Taking his first few steps inside the palace the memories of how it prospered rushed over him. The golds and silvers streaming from all around, pillars and statues that stood proudly of Kings and Queens that had passed. It was just as breathtaking as Cicero had remembered albeit a bit dusty. The tapping of his shoes echoed in the silent world making his hair stand on end, it was eerie in a way. Though it seemed he was the first to arrive which was surprising, he made sure to leave with enough time to be fashionably late. Even though..perhaps his mild excitement to see his hall was too much and he may have hurried his travels. Not that he would ever admit to such a thing. Taking a good look around, he saw the long table stretched out before him followed by the three seats of War, Peace and King. He ran his fingers over the elegant table before stopping at one of the chairs at the very end and placing a hand on it. It was his old chair, the one he sat in and watched the others closely. Even still now, in the new millennia he was considered one of the smaller gods as his nation was still the smallest one. Not that he cared, it got the job done and so the bigger titles never really interested him. Cicero knew he had a habit of dicking around too much to take a larger job seriously, so it was fine with him. 


Curiosity lead his feet to walk to find his personal hall. Before, he had a mere room, though the more he thought about it the more he realized it was a broom closet compared to the rest of them. Though it grew in size in pace with his nation, it grew just as he did so he knew it had to be different now. His fluffy, spotted tail swished around showing the excitement that refused to break through on his poker face as he neared closer. Peering around the corner what greeted him was a barren iced over wonderland. Down the middle was an all ice walkway leading up some stairs to a dusty silver throne. On either side was snow mounds and flowers made entirely of icicles wilted over, the snow melted into small rivers and puddles creating a slush. Cicero cringed at the sight, it got surely larger but the lack of care he put into the room obviously showed. It really needed a fresh touch up. Regardless, it didn’t stop him from gliding elegantly over the ice path, up the white stairs and plopping into his throne. His smug face broke for a mere second as the thoughts of fixing up the hall filled his head. Though it soon returned to his sarcastic, mischievous look and he swiftly pushed himself up and slid right back out of his hall. He knew he would return to it shortly but he first had to check if anyone else had arrived. 


Returning to the central room, someone new had arrived. It was the Goddess of Fortune, the Princess of the sand, Adiel of Mandisa. He never had much communication with her, though he considered her to be one of the more pleasant gods to be associated with. Their nations were vastly different, himself being the harsh cold and hers the blistering heat. Her demeanor was that of a princess who gets shit done and takes no shit. It was a shame, he felt as though he could get along with her better if they had more in common and were closer together. Cicero let out a small snicker as he thought of all the shit he could give her though if they did live closer together. Perhaps it was for the best then. Finally he let his presence be known had she not already saw him. “Well hello there friend, fancy meeting you here.” His voice was rich with  playful, lazy, sarcasm, the large white tail fluffing up in greeting. Taking steps closer to Adiel, Cicero stood on her right tapping her shoulder. “When did you arrive? I didn’t see anyone when I got here so I assumed I was the first. Are there others here yet?” He paused, unsure of what else he should say. So he closed his mouth and crossed his arms quirking an eyebrow at her. 


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[center][h3][color=cyan]Aequaliter Nubila Horus[/color][/h3][/center]

White. Glittering white as far as the eye could see in all directions, the lanterns lit up outside of the entrance to Pruinae creating a warm feeling to the absolute cold. The white palace that stood proudly, glittering and shimmering against the sun was at the top of a large set of marble steps. The people of the city setting up for a festival of sorts, as there was always some sort of reason to be merry and drunk within the nation wherever it may be. This particular one was the celebrate their pesky, prankster of a God being a way for a while and giving them some time to not worry about what animal they kill was him or not and other troubles lifted from their shoulders. The queen met with the people, instructing on where they should set up certain decore and the king sent out the hunters with wolves to bring in large hauls of food while they could. The princess taught the new dance that was to be performed and the prince stayed inside of the palace to set up for the ball. Although the people adored their god, they appreciated the moments they could just pray to him rather than deal with his antics. It all ran smoothly and gave those in the city a large headache when he was too bored. 

The other cities caught wind of this, causing a frenzy of praying to shrines and massive hunting parties to amass. The glittering snow didn’t stop the people from enjoying their time outside, layering clothes and furs over each other. The ventures into the ever extending mountains and adventuring further up north to capture glimpses of rare animals, the people of the nation and tourists never ran out of places to travel. The nation prospered with the prospect of new found places. All was well within the icey nation, beyond the ever annoyance and stress inducing god they all loved though they were much too proud to admit it to his smug face. Mages from around Horus though knew when to properly thank their god for his divine yet indirect intervention upon their lives. Things were just as shimmering with vitality as the glittering ground was.