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Eikaen had created the place. Naori had taken her there, then taught her how to reach it on her own. The parliament of divine luminaries had finally made her feel divine. At least, she was aware that she was the least among them. Perhaps Rickter was newer to apotheosis than she was, but she could sense the stars beyond the veil of the eclipse—the chaos between Arcas and Shaeoth plaguing the world—and in the manner that stars clocked time, she and the wolf god of winter were like unto twins. She had merely taken her first inspiration before him. But he was not her twin; that was Kaus. She felt keenly the shift between them. They were as devoted to each other as ever, but the new differences were undeniable. Perhaps that was why before the Gods had parted ways, she had reached out to the Divine Twins—Aværys and Varvara—asking to meet a week hence.
Kala had already thought to greet her cousins. She could find a way to twist things such that Lord Minister Tianoch sent her to Solunarium as a trade ambassador. She would greet Phocion, then get to work, even though Karnor was her demesne. But she would also seek out Streleon and Ugrimal reborn.
Now she didn't have to, though she longed to see the Atraxian Expanse, the dragons circling Mount Sorokyn. Responsibility had always kept her tethered to Karnor, and now she had even more, both temporal and divine.
The Lady of Stars knelt alone in the pantheon as though in meditation, a low table before her with cushions surrounding, a tea ceremony laid out and waiting. The Pantheon responded to her will, and the tea, at least, would be as close to perfection as her imagination and will could provide.
No longer was she clad as she had been at first. She looked much like her mortal self, albeit with a starry veil across her face. This was not enough that the Gods wouldn't recognize her if they met her in person, but she was still leery of being taken out by mortal agents as Talon had been at his wedding reception. What good was a vulnerable God? Perhaps they all were, though. Now that Ugrimal was Varvara, was she vulnerable to the loss of Aværys? Talon at least had a dragon for a husband and a newly raised paramour. Kala's twin was only Avialae, vulnerable and precious to her. And the Silver Wings were like brothers-in-arms. She was unused to the prayers of her people in Starfall. Hers was a small cultus, and a new responsibility.
Perhaps time with the Divine Twins would lend her some new perspective, some new wisdom. Meditation was a habit now. She had been a fiery child; now she had the heart of a star, the furnace of creation. But she was more potential than power. She needed time. Her apotheosis was incomplete.
She knew that she knew nothing, which was said to be the seed of wisdom. She could only hope that she had time enough to coax that seed into flower before the dangerous tides pulled her and those she loved under.