[center][color=orange][h3]Ira[/h3][/color][/center]

Ira had heard the call of her brother and for a brief moment stopped weeping. She gazed upon her creation and felt a sense of belonging. A mold, beautiful and perfect. Yet interrupted. A brief moment of anger washed over her. This creature dare attempt to ruin her creation. Brother and god it did not matter, she was furious. Her hand lifted in a brief attempt to destroy, she suddenly stopped.

The word, brother had rung through her head. As though they had not been spoken before. Rarely, if ever, was she recognized by her fellow gods. Most kept to themselves. Most ignored each other and chose to rot in silence. To contemplate unfathomable thoughts. Yet, now she is recognized. Now she is called. A feeling of belonging brought joy to her heart. To be loved and wanted. Whether it be for there gain or for her, she did not care. She was wanted.

“I hear you brother.” She softly whispered, unsure if heard and thus she began to move, traveling great distances to meet her brothers and sisters. She could only hope that she would not be the only one.