[@Ashevelendar]
Nahash's focus turned to Ashevelen for the first time in years, a very small amount of time for a deity, and the genuine mirth upon her features only grew. It was another welcome face among the interesting company she kept, her brothers and sisters. The hug was welcomed with an open arm, though the other remained upon Sombra's head, the talon-like ring upon her index finger delicately lifted to avoid giving the lady of shadows a cut from the strange jewelry. It was hardly deadly to a deity, but it was rude to hurt the ones you cared for, as Nahash understood it.

"It pleases me to see you, Lady Luck," Nahash spoke earnestly, her fangs showing from behind her red lips as her grin intensified, "And though we shall have to wait to hear why we have not yet descended again, you need not worry for the world." Her other hand gestured down to Del Sombra, her lips twisting into a wry smirk. "If the other Lady present can find things interesting still, then surely all is not lost."

Truthfully, Nahash shared some of Ashevelen's unspoken concerns. What would be left of her faith, her followers? Doubtlessly the myths surrounding her would have changed with every retelling, but what of those that held true belief in her [i]freedom[/i]?

Thankfully, a distraction was provided. Not only was the local drama already amusing--thank you, o Wizard and Mad God- but it seemed that Kilgarrah had finally chosen to speak up, with the arrival of the last of Nahash's cadre of companions. And what a [i]riveting [/i]speech it was.

Naturally, Nahash didn't care for it, save for the insight it provided into the dragon god himself. A dose of humility from one such as him was as good as gold, after all, and his words held some merit. She had no interest in seeing the world burn or--Ragnarok forbid- become some boring [i]void[/i].

Rather than depart immediately, Nahash settled into her coils, and quelled her restlessness with a single, small cup of the heavenly drink. Schemes flitted through her mind. She had not expected to be returning yet, and so most of her ideas were half-formed and trite, in her sincere opinion, but...

But her return would not be a small one; the Temptress had already decided upon that much. Her domain demanded that her influence was felt, even with her preference for some degree of subtlety. She would have to make something quake before she could settle into her own lesser schemes once again.

Mortals placed great pride in their foundations, their traditions, but this was the false image of longevity. To refute the idea of stagnation and leave her mark upon the world once more, she would have to disabuse them of the notion that longevity was immortality, indestructibility.

Idly, Nahash wondered if any new totalitarian society had sprung forth in her absence. Sipping from her small cup, she observed Del Sombra's actions--and a few departures- while her mind remained adrift. Multitasking was an easy feat.