[h3]Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth, [/h3][i]and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck[/i]

It was a strange feeling, to exist, to [i]think[/i] again after an eternity of ten thousand years. Already, the dreams of millennia past began to fade, if they could even be described as such. Perhaps, after all this time, others might have wished to return to the illusion of comfort in oblivion, but the Goddess of Wealth, the embodiment of the mortal coil of materialism, would accept nothing less than the bite of reality.

Reality, it seemed, was harsh as usual. To blink back into existence was one thing, but to blink open into the unknown was disconcerting, even for a god. The room before her was an unknown; to stand before the unknown without the empires of fortune that followed her was... not fun. And was it her, or was she smaller than before? Nonetheless, she found herself standing, anchored, she realized, to some degree of comfort and familiarity. Familiar gods—and familiar things, as she examined the golden umbrella in her hands, and the matching robes that she wore. 

But of the six others in the chamber, one was mortal. A follower? A devout? Answers would be nice, but there were certain ways to go about getting them. Kicks and punches were just bad business.

[b]“Oh, it's the God of the Sun. It’s probably been a while, huh? Eheh, I see how well you value our past relationship by how you treat my namesake,” [/b]she gestured to his trashed bracelets, the goddess of wealth half-tempted to fetch them for herself. [b]“Eh, I’m getting ahead of myself. Please don’t kick the poor girl while she’s down, she may be the reason for our return, or, even our only remaining anchor to this world.” [/b]

She shared in the frustration of not knowing anything at the moment, but with how weak she felt compared to how she once was, she couldn’t help but to feel the smallest disruption, the tiniest blip, would scatter them all to the winds once more. Aureia would have moved to intervene, had her fellow goddesses not done so before her. She nodded at the goddess of the Hunt and then the one of Love, but raised an eyebrow at the goddess of Eternity.
 
What? She had spent an eternity condemned to dreams, after all. Don't blame her for being a little suspicious.

[b]“Yeah, long time no see, huh. Ah, don’t suppose any of you girls come here often?”[/b]