Lathunis craved solitude from the moment of she felt the wave of energy from her father’s departing. The only company she wanted was that of her mother, Mysia, and her companion, Anavid, but neither were anywhere to be found. Her brother Eskellon was too male, too harsh. Instead, Lathunis retreated to the gardens of Krona for her grief. Her reclusion, in part, helped further along the chaos in Lymaeus, people’s prayers for loyalty and duty falling through the cracks. This bothered Lathunis slightly, but her grief for her father and her lack of knowledge of Anavid’s or her mother’s whereabouts put her into an irritated state. She knew her father had been betrayed, and her closest confidents being lacking caused her to feel betrayed herself. 

After a week of grieving though, she decided that something must be done. Her solitude turned into one less of grief and more of meditation. She knew which gods disliked her father, which was most of them, but she was not sure who would turn against them in such a manner. She also began to wonder if those that had turned against him, would turn against her, if she were to take up the throne, as was her right. She heard rumors pass through the garden, many of the king’s death and a few of her mother’s insanity, but was moved no closer to the answer. 

Lathunis sat in silent thought, eyes closed, when she felt the presence of her uncle enter Krona. Concentrating on his energy, she tried to depict his intentions but was disrupted by the sound of Anavid entering the garden. At first, she did not answer as her name was called, but knew Anavid would have good reason for her absence. She was about to approach Anavid when she felt her mother's presence suddenly enter the garden. All of her thoughts stopped for a moment and she almost quickly appeared before her, but Mysia's powerful voice rang through the garden. Lathunis sighed and appeared before Anavid.

“Anavid, my dear friend, where have you been these past weeks?" she said, smiling. As Anavid began to reply, Lathunis grabbed her arm and started walking in the direction of her mother. It was a sign of respect to approach another god or goddess with physical effort. She whispered quickly "Let us appear in front of my mother before she angers. Her anger is not something to be taken lightly, as you well know."