The wings of a Pahoet Thunderbird, among one of largest avian wingspans of the animal world, not known for their speed but rather endurance flying. Gliding towards the sky-piercing structure, the wings carried something evidently too small for them; Varavana came, heralded by the gusts of wind kicked up by the colossal wings. Upon landing his body returned to its 'normal' state as a sort of mix between a jade robed human child and other mortal species. 

This was a significant event, and not one he was all too positive about. While he was honoured to have been invited to be among his most elder relatives, he did not seek nor anticipate the revival of the Golden One like many of them. The idea made little sense to him; if an entity that grand can both die and inspire his ancient children to war, then why should it be brought back? Had one atrocious mistake of a conflict not been enough? 

The mortals, inheritors of Ceyr, would not survive something like that. Not again. Varavana scaled the stairs, the sorting of his thoughts making time pass by the young Upstart much quicker. Before he knew it, Varavana found himself approaching the other three present attendees.

He had never met an Ancient in person, Varavana realised at that moment. They always seemed very distant from the world of Ceyr, even if they were present on it. Difficult to reach for one such as Varavana, who paid no allegiances beyond some form of general loyalty to mortals. However, now he knew for the future what it would feel like to meet an Ancient outside this tower. 

They were distinct from the world, each of them. As he looked upon the faces of Vaul, Thirianna and Hiraga, he found himself unable to completely process what they were feeling - and for a highly empathic entity like Varavana, that was significant. Was that simply due to their nature as Ancients, or had their age hardened them from being read in such a manner?

Of course, being able to read their feelings and being able to read the mood of a room are two completely different things. He would have to be senseless to not notice the overwhelming tension, mostly directed at the unfamiliar Arch-Angel. But of course, like the chasms on Ceyr, the wounds of their long-gone war had yet to close. Relationships were still understandably strained between the two former sides of the war, and that would only become more and more evident if other Ancients showed themselves. 

Varavana broke out of his momentary thoughts once more, and placed his hands in his sleeves and bowed his head in respect and deference to the Ancients. He held the bow as he spoke, a voice that lacked any clear distinction as male or female, but was simply 'pleasant'.

[i]"Honoured Ancients, I extend my thanks for inviting one such as myself to this forum."[/i] He raised his head, looking between them once more with a smile.

[i]"I am Varavana, and I hope our discussion can be fruitful."[/i]