[b][color=00a651][center][h1]Yngvi[/h1][/center][/color][/b]

The distant pitch of a walking stick hitting against the hard surface of the realm's featureless white marble floor. Old Man Yngvi was approaching. [color=00a651][b]"Eh, is it that time again?"[/b][/color] He said. Contrary to his appearance Yngvi was one of the youngest gods yet his deep curiosity with the material world filled him with various experiences and before he realized he became an old man. He didn't mind that, though. Yngvi enjoyed every moment of his stay among mortals, especially his creations. Though as of the recent 5-6 centuries he became a bit less involved with them. It's a good learning experience, he thought.

Even if he was late and seemed elderly Yngvi had godlike ears. [color=00a651][b]"Your sarcasm never ceases to amuse us, Ohniel. Our esteemed First is fickle like the seas he chose. I'd prefer spending the next cycle in peace and stability. The excitements of the material plane are more than enough for me, you see."[/b][/color] Yngvi said. Just like his dwarves' relation with the sea, Yngvi couldn't really trust Prothos. He was an unsolvable mystery and the young god had better things to do than waste it on guessing what Prothos is like. The fact he thanked the God of Calamity's nomination with a straight face was again telling.

Yngvi exchanged his greetings with the other gods and took his seat the farthest from the throne. He looked around several times, expecting something to change. Then he stood up and audibly sighed. [b][color=00a651]"Well, well. Indecisive as always. As the one among the young I shall break the ice. I vote for Orugoru, god of transition. Ironic, ain't? I trust in Aftrone's justice and stable leadership but as a hidden romantic I prefer just a bit more variety. Time to test the mettle of the young, I should say."[/color][/b] Yngvi told this to the current audience.