[h2]Ki'ryah and Qhiuleri[/h2]

As Ki’ryah crossed the threshold between the diner and the land her face softened from one of joy and jest to one of gentle care. She eyed the scene around her until she finally saw Qhiuleri. “Qhiuleri?” she calls out softly, slowly taking steps toward the volcanic goddess. She soon comes close to her and gently asks “Are you alright?” 


Qhiuleri stood beside the RV leaning on it seeing Ki’ryah she didn't seem interested but still seemed angry hearing the words she then shouted “I AM PERFECTLY FINE!” Fire spewed out of her mouth as her words finished. She then coughed a bit of smoke cleaning her mouth from the ashes that formed after.


“Hey,” Ki’ryah leans next to her on the RV, “Do not mind them, they do not see the world the way you do. You very much had a point back there,” she leans deeper into the shell of the RV, rolling her shoulders slightly to make herself comfortable. “Tell me, Qhiuleri, what calms you?”


As Qhiuleri cleaned her lips off the last ashes, she rolled her eyes at the question but she felt a bit happy at the moment she heard she was right. Coughing the last ashes she then said “What calms me is not something you can do sister… unless you can transport me to a battlefield. In the thick of war and energy I feel alive more than ever. Except when i…” Her tone was prideful but she soon seemed to lose the pride in her eyes as she stopped her mood seemingly to change as her skin began to cool down and her face seemingly returned to a normal coal look instead of the cracked fire escape.


"Except when you…" Ki'ryah begins to ask but cuts herself off at her fellow goddess' physical shift. She gives Qhiuleri a gentle smile, a gentle light seeming to emulate from her figure. She started opening her mouth to say something more when Aryion came following her through the door, questioning her reasonings for the trip. “Speaking of those who do not see the world as us,” she mumbles to Qhiuleri before moving her gaze up to her brother’s face, well, where a face would be had he chosen a more human form.


“Oh, brother dear,” she says, slightly more joyously. She always found the joy perked in her voice when she addressed him, though she hardly knew if it was subconsciously to annoy him or the light from within her trying to counteract the harshness of darkness’ voice. “I can give you many! But ones you may be receptive to? Well, you would certainly learn more of the mortal realms, will that not help you solve the puzzle of their existence that you hold so dear? If that does not do it then how about the camaraderie you could form with deities of mirroring realms, I understand you enjoy being alone but does the shadows truly work with none? Besides, we need someone levelheaded enough to ensure we do not cause too many issues and who’s better at pulling me in line than you?"