[b]Tower of Broken Dreams, Ceyr[/b]
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When [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76127-goodhood-a-tale-of-deities/char#post-2371758]Varavana[/url] offered his verbal piece, Vaul's relaxed expression as he regarded [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76127-goodhood-a-tale-of-deities/char#post-2369785]Danives[/url] contorted into one of annoyance as his eyes, normally green, adopted a peculiar red tinge and flicked towards the chimera. "Your attempts at philosophy are amateurish and irritating, infant. What do you even know of Ceyr? I don't recall you being there before the War. Now, speak not unless spoken to; your existence is-"

Thirianna's angelic figure then suddenly came in between the two. She shot the smith god behind her a disapproving look, but then smiled at little Varavana before her, bending her knees, a nimble hand on her thigh, as she tried to be at eye level with the shorter creature. "Please do not mind Vaul here, little one; he's always been cranky since the day of his inception. You must be Varavana, correct? What an adorable little thing!" And then she started ruffling his hair.

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Thankfully, [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76127-goodhood-a-tale-of-deities/char#post-2372554]Neveras[/url]' arrival brought his mind away from such troubling thoughts. He looked at the battered spirit, whose form was that of an athletic youth, two wings -- one a majestic white and the other an ominous black -- sprouting from his back. He cocked an eyebrow in recognition, before a millisecond later he noticed that the supposed keeper of the balance of power -- one who failed in his task, by the way -- gripped in his hand his naked spirit sword. Vaul frowned, and raised his palm and interjected as Neveras spoke, his voice resolute with power and authority:

"Be silent. We come here with open hands, but you ready a clenched fist. Sheathe your sword."

Thirianna, who had finished returning Gaon's hat after patting him on the head like a dog, mirrored in silence what Vaul said with an unamused look. Neveras' threatening stance spared for [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76127-goodhood-a-tale-of-deities/char#post-2371644]Yakushi[/url] no attention from the two.