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Ahru sat in solitude, cross legged atop a stack of crates likely filled with the fruits of her people's labor. Below she watched her subjects dance, her subjects that did not know they were her subjects, reveling in the delights of their abundant harvest. Ahru assured they would have cause to celebrate. In her mind they were celebrating the death of her Father, even though they were none the wiser of the happenings in the Heavens. Her Cloak of Night was draped over her, rendering her imperceptible to all. Usually she would be there dancing among them, them none the wiser that their patron God was by their side, but despite herself she did not have an appetite for their party. A voice sounded beside her, "Mother, I know you are here."

The fox could smell her, she knew. He had snuck up on her unaware while she was caught in the throughs of her own thought, taking a seat next to the God of Mischief. She would be just as happy to ignore him until he went away, but she knew that he would not stop pestering her. She would not avoid the conversation that she had dreaded.

"Reynard, what is it that you want?" The God asked, irritation sneaking into her voice.

The fox sighed. "Why are you up here? Should you not be celebrating with them? After all, you went through all the trouble of arranging their party. Should you not be happy? I know that Grandfather's death is cause for celebration to you." Reynard spoke his piece, and Ahru was hopeful that this was all he had to say. Ahru sighed in return. "You are right, the old man's death is a joyous occasion... but it also represents... how do I say this... a lost opportunity. Are you happy? I asked you not to disturb me, so I hope that you have some greater reason to be here than to check up on me." 

The fox merely chuckled; he was beginning to grate on her and he knew it. "Well, there is something else, mother. Várlil... you know you can not let him rampage forever. He must be stopped." Ahru shook her head in response, "I fail to see how the concerns of mortals are mine. Let Várlil the Vile do as he pleases, it is not my job to stop every rampaging human." The fox was quick to return, anger beginning to rise in his voice, "Mother, you cannot pretend forever. He is you son, as am I. He is a demigod and it is our responsibility to stop him. The people of Jarenhold recognize that he is no ordinary human, they will find cause to blame their Goddess for his creation soon enough. Moreover, you must forgive yourself for Ort-" Ahru cut him off.

"Do not speak that name to me, Kitsune. If you wish to stop Várlil then go, I give you heed to do as you wish. This conversation is far too serious for the God of Mischief, so I bid you to farewell." Ahru's anger was clear. The God of Mischief was not often angry, and it was not a pleasant sight when she was.

Reynard frowned. "Very well. I fear I cannot best him by myself and would ask for your assistance, but it is clear that I am not going to get it... there is one more thing, however." The Goddess's patience was wearing thin. "Speak quickly, then." The fox nodded, "I am sure that you will be called to the Heavens soon to sit upon the Council of Gods. You have no retinue to come with you, no servants or subjects that would follow, allow me to accompany you mother. The other Gods surely bring followers, it would please me greatly if you would allow bid me to come."

The Goddess looked over at the fox. She pulled off a part her cloak, leaving only her face visible. Her eyes burned with anger. "Is that what you had to tell me? Leave. At once." The fox nodded. He would still follow his mother's orders in spite of himself. Reynard allowed himself to fall to the ground, scampering off quickly into the crowd.

[i]What an unbefitting display for a God such as I. Such seriousness is not like me.[/i] She knew in her heart that it was because of her own guilt that she allowed herself to show such anger; she would rather pretend she had no children at all.

The call to the Heavens came not long after. She was eager to see the old man dead, at the very least. Eager even more for the chance to dance upon his gravestone, but that would wait until her siblings were out of sight so as not to attract their ire. As suddenly as she had been in Alarah she was gone, appearing in the Heavens with great flourish, a retinue of brilliant blue butterflies appearing beside her, fluttering away into nothingness. She enjoyed making an entrance.

She looked across the room. Some of her siblings had already arrived. She called to each of them in turn "Ferrum! Aesis! Ilyona! It is good to see you. And... Oskana too, huh... what a... delight?" Her voice clearly soured as she noticed Oskana, but soon brightened again, "Naqqash! Nephew, what a treat to see you at our council." She strode over to the boy, meeting his eyes readily. Many would flinch at his grotesque appearance but she did not. She beckoned for him to lower himself to her level so she could whisper, "I am sure you will make a great God, nephew." The words of encouragement were low enough that the others could not hear. She had an uncharacteristic soft spot for the newly made God. She then wheeled around to face the diamond coffin that lay in the center of the room. "And how could I forget to say hello to the guest of honor?" She said to herself, low enough so that the others would only hear it as a mumble. She strode over to the coffin. [i]To think, he is truly dead. What a fortuitous day today is.[/i] She thought to herself. She had to suppress her smile; she had done a good job of keeping her ire towards her father a secret from the others and she would not reveal it now, lest they turn on her. 

She turned back around to face her throne, which was much smaller than the others in the room, made to match her mortal form. It was an intricately carved wooden chair displaying honed craftsmanship, but was simple in comparison to some of the others.