[center][color=66d8ff][h1][u]Di'Myria[/u][/h1]
[i][b]Goddess of Time[/b][/i][/color][/center]
The first one to approach the Goddess of Time was the cheerful Ki, and of course after she finished her moment of mourning, Ki came to address Di’Myria. Not that she minded at all, it was too long since Myria had actually talked to her family. Ki was no exception, unfortunately. So of course, Di’Myria returned the embrace with a smile. [color=66d8ff]“Absolutely, Ki. If Ferrum gets two minutes, I can spare five for you.”[/color] As Ki stepped away, Myria turned back to the coffin in solidarity. 

Standing next to her mother’s throne, Vespira made an obvious cough, while shaking her head at the passing Ki’Ivara. Both Vespira and Kiroas share a bit of disdain for the presentation of some of the Gods present, though that doesn’t mean that they didn’t respect everyone here. They both glanced at each other, before a loud crash was heard across the room. Respecting the Guardian’s authority, they both said nothing.

Di’Myria on the other hand, quickly turned her heel to face Zadia. The Goddess was quite irritated with the younger one’s display of both disrespect and misunderstanding of the system, taking a few steps to her and crossing her arms. Respecting the rules of The Guardian, she refused to lay a hand on her weapon, though was afraid for conflict in the land of mortals. [color=66d8ff]“You are a damn fool. Learned nothing from those twelve years, it seems. Don’t force me to make the next one forty.”[/color] 

Unfortunately not knowing a single story of their mother from the war, save for rumors from the mortals, the siblings glanced at each other questioningly. It did seem a bit uncharacteristic, her reaction to this, as they haven’t seen her more serious side past the respectfulness she portrays when needing to show authority. Those times were never close to Di’Myria attempting to be authoritarian by any manner, leaving the two siblings blissfully ignorant. The two of them stepped in front of the throne, only to question each other for knowledge.

[color=e5b700]“Old rumors, sister?”[/color]

[color=bcbcbc]“Likely so. Some things about the old war, though I attribute it to the mortals praising the greatness of their gods.”[/color]

[color=e5b700]“There’s more to that. She did mention she was going to tell us eventually, maybe we should ask…?”[/color]

Myria smiled to Ahru, with a nod of similar contempt for Zadia. Ferrum cut in, to which Di’Myria sighed in admittance. [color=66d8ff]“At least her father thought he was doing something worthwhile. I suppose an equal opportunity is at hand, should she learn even a fraction of respect from The Guardian.”[/color] 

This was when Aesis cut in, prompting Di’Myria to shake her head in disappointment. She stepped back for a moment, engulfing herself in her own small distortion to let herself think. Just for a minute. Barely even a second in real time. Maybe he was right, maybe there was no chance for peace? Myria didn’t trust really anyone to take power at the moment, save for likely two exceptions, and isn’t going to settle for someone taking the throne in spite.

So what options were there? The least they could do was honor their father and at least try to go for peace. That seemed like the best option, try and work for peace. At the very least, try her hardest. If not, the outcome might be unfortunate, but Di’Myria would never let someone just take the throne.

Opening back up to real time, Di’Myria spoke quickly. [color=66d8ff]“One oddity in our family should not and cannot leave us with no other opportunity. At least give it a chance.”[/color] The slight hypocrisy showed through her voice as she stared right at Aesis. [i]Give it a chance…[/i] She thought to herself again, realizing that she hadn’t really given him an opportunity for redemption after the war. Though this, this might be it.