.::||{...Laws of Nature...}||::.
It had been a little while since David or Glaucon had seen Malh'reth or the god he carried. After their visit with Harmodius they had promptly parted ways, both having a new room to furnish and a small task to finish. They had probably both supposed, the god mused, that they'd be meeting up again to check on each other's progress, but both ended up being a bit engrossed in their own affairs - which, on Glaucon's end, involved a moderate deal of motivating his host to get to work. In the end they had both still managed to get a good amount of glass, and figured that Glyph and his host would have achieved similarly successful results by now, so now felt like a good time to visit the god of the Forest and see how things were going on his end.
Even if they hadn't heard Creation's description for the door to his rooms, it would have been pretty obvious which one it was: no need for symbolism here, it was a forest. Painted right there on the door. Hoping that Mal was awake and about, David gave it a couple of raps and waited for someone to answer.
As it was, Malh'reth and Glyph were not actually in their room - hadn't been for some time. As soon as the god had noticed the change in environs, he'd taken to spending a great deal of time outdoors enjoying the greenery so different from the blackened and cracked earth of before.
One of the great arched doors swung open to reveal a rather disgruntled Natasha sucking on a finger. "Yeah? Who co- Oh, hello David, Glaucon." Her rough tones fell away as she recognized Judgement's host and even went so far as to offer a smile. "Did you want something? Lord Glyph's out at the moment, unfortunately. Hasn't been back here for more then a few minutes for a couple days now." She scoffed at that, obviously annoyed by that and yet unwilling to gainsay her god's orders.
"Of course that means I've had to watch the glass he's collected. So much broken stuff... Hard on the fingers." Indeed, her fingers had a bandage or two where she'd nicked them in handling the shards Forest had been quite diligent in bringing back.
The sight that David recieved upon the door opening was enough for him to give Glyph a couple of extra cool points. One thing was for sure, the god of the forest had good taste in servants... Natasha was definitely of the same kind as Eudocia, but her figure was much easier to appreciate due to the fact that she wasn't minty green. He eased into an appreciating smile at the sight, which managed to get by with minimal faltering upon hearing that he'd have to go down the stairs and head outside if he wanted to talk to Mal anytime soon.
Outside... we probably should have expected that.
The cripple leaned on his walking stick with a nod. "There's a bunch of that s**t in our place too. Diogenes hates it," he smirked. "But we're gonna see about getting all of it moved out today, so don't worry about getting those lovely hands of yours too messed up." Flashing a winning grin at the satyress, he started back towards the stairs, finishing with "We'll send up a messenger when we figure out where it's all going."
As usual, it took several minutes for David to pick his way down the stairs, but the fresh open air breezing through the new Pantheon made it somewhat worth it this time. He wasn't sure where to start looking to find Glyph, and so started lumbering towards the first cluster of trees that caught his eye
She smiled in reply, tossing a mischievous wink his way before returning to the task at hand - sorting the piles of glass into colours and clear. She wasn't sure why this mattered but Glyph had said it was important so sort she did.
Outside, Glyph and Malh'reth were sitting under a particularly large and leafy oak - one of several trees that appeared in the area much to his delight. With the thrum of life around him the Pantheon's grounds were so much more appealing now; no more barely visible lines denoting barren rocks and dead trees.
Across from Glyph sat a woman with crimson hair fanned out on the ground behind on her and four arms held aloft in a medatative position. Clad in nothing more then what appeared to be a bikini bottom and a push-up bra, she stood out against the rich browns and greens around her. When Glaucon and David approached, a single violet eye opened to skewer them with an appraising gaze.
A surprisingly formal and strictly loyal Aoide, this new addition to his growing number of servants clicked claw-like fingers together as she spoke in a rich, velvety voice,
"Who are you?"
At that, Malh'reth's eyes opened as well and Glyph glanced first at Aelondrael then to whom she was speaking, recognizing the aura and the posture of the man. A smile brightened his face upon seeing his comrade and Forest rose, moving to set a calming hand on his lotus aoide's shoulder,
"It's alright. That's Glaucon, God of Judgement."
She turned her face upwards when Glyph touched her shoulder, face full of warmth and appreciation in contrast to her cool gaze for David.
"Understood. Do you wish for me to leave?"
"No, not at all. Continue your meditation Aelondrael." He nodded as he stepped forward,
"Greetings friends! It's been a long time. Enjoying this turn of events? It's good to see some life is returning." He spread his arms to indicate the gardens.
David sighed with a mix of relief and jealous amusement when he found that he'd gone in the right direction... and found what must have been a new servant right next to him, just as gorgeous as the first. Where, exactly, was the god of the Forest accumulating all of these babes from? An immature joke about this new development danced on the edge of his lips as he approached to speak, but the lotus lady spoke first and Glyph continued shortly after, dooming his clever remark about girls and wood to be forever unsaid.
"S'a hell of a lot better than it looking like the damn moon out here, that's for sure," the mortal agreed. The lack of a sky was still making him not want to look up far enough to see the horizon, though, and his cane kept sinking and sticking into the new grass and soil, but how things looked now were still a definite improvement from what it was like before. He slowly sat down on the ground near Glyph, assuming it would be alright to relax and chat a bit before they got down to business.
"Glaucon figured you'd be thrilled when we saw the changes--
and I am pleased to see that you are," the god finished, slipping into control easily and with no real protest.
"Your domain will have much land to cover in the coming days."
Glyph sat back down as well, amused by how his Aoide continued to watch David from under lowered lashes. Turning then, he let his gaze drift back to Glaucon and nodded, "Indeed. There is much to be done. I can only hope I will be of proper assistance to the Twin Crown, we are still so new and I cannot touch the world in the ways I wish to yet." He smiled sadly, running fingers through the grass at his tree's base. When the time came, he hoped he'd gain normal sight for he yearned to see the green of leaves and the vibrant colours of the minute flowers without having first to touch them.
"How has your time passed then, Judgment? All is well?"
"The world was a new thing once, now it is as if All is new again," the Judge mused, loosely folding his hands in his lap.
"You, as all of us - we will regain our touch in time. I too await the days when I can reclaim my domain and be embodied by my words."
He went on to confess,
"I have been appreciating the peace well enough, but it pains me to see the survivors in such a state of anarchy." To him, society and structure were all but crying to be rebuilt. In his current state, however, he couldn't do much more than resolve petty arguments and give tidbits of advice.
Glyph nodded at that, though his smile was small. "There is much to do and I am glad to see Creation regaining power. I was not sure of the effects of that cocoon we summoned Him from but with the rejuvenation of the grounds, it seems we take a step towards recovery." Forest tilted his head, blinking at Judgement for a moment, "They are listless, aren't they? There is shelter here, perhaps some structure and direction would bolster their determination. This is why I wish to ask for their help - the people of Baadris in particular - to show that they are not simply pawns in our games." Hopefully a task would give them reason to pull together and begin the long and arduous trek to rebuilding their worlds.
He chuckled, shaking his head, "Far from pawns, though I doubt they realize their importance to us."
"One step of many," Glaucon replied,
"small, careful, soft.Creation's touch will be gentle where Destruction's was harsh, new life eased into existence and survivors being guided into a time of what will hopefully be prosperity." He offered a small smile of its own, almost sheepish in its nature and timing.
"No doubt he will depend on His children, however weakened we may be, to play a role in that guidance. Our true powers might be currently lost to us, but we can still speak."
Yeah, and you like using that power a hell of a lot, David smirked from his mental peanut gallery.
The other god gave a challenging quirk of the eyebrow at Forest's next statement, saying,
"I have reason to doubt that. They saw what their very own words and thoughts did for our Lord, and it would take a fool to come away from that undermining his own importance."
Glyph nodded in agreement. They all would be needed in mending the worlds and the chaos that Gehenna would have wrought. "I intend to shelter the mortals as much as I can, provide resources if possible. And you, my friend, will help them build nations once more." Glyph smiled. He really was looking forward to involving himself with the mortals in a beneficiary-like manner.
"Over time, perhaps, that will sink in, but from what I have seen, the general populace is still confused. Eased, perhaps, by the greening of the grounds but thrust into our turmoil as they were, I doubt they fully comprehend what is going on." He chuckled, a small smile playing across his lips, "I don't even claim to know the long and short of these events. I only hope they have not grown too stubborn in the peace, we do need that glass to present to Harmodius."
"They will be nations with utmost respect for you and your sheltering," the Judge mused, an extra layer of righteousness creeping into his tone.
"I will see to it that neither this nor any future generation will take any fruits of the Earth-mother for granted, not after what's been witnessed here."
The smile crept back, however, when Glyph brought mention of the class into the conversation, looking like he could almost be ashamed when he said,
"And it seems as though I nearly forgot why I sought your presence in the first place. I believe we have collected a satisfactory amount of glass for the Crown. If you have no pressing matters to attend to today, I shall send my messenger to my and your servants to start collecting it together and bringing it outside."
[******** finally.
Forgive me. I must still be accustomed to having an eternity to spare for such things...
Glyph bowed at the waist in a deep gesture of respect and appreciation, "My thanks to you, Judgement. Too long has it been since true respect was kindled in the hearts of mortals. They will surely benefit from your guidance." I
t was a formal thank-you for something the god held very close to heart. His domain was a precious one and to know he had at least one ally among the Edelsteine was both soothing and encouraging. The Forests would once again rise, tall and majestic, to feed and shelter the worlds.
At the mention of glass, Glyph nodded his agreement,"Indeed. There is quite a collection in my quarters, Aisling and Natasha will help bring it down... as will Aelondrael." He glanced at the exotic Aoide and she returned his gaze with a neutral expression, "Aelondrael?"
"Of course, my Lord. Do you wish for me to attend to the matter now?" She rose and clasped her hands before herself, bowing slightly.
Glyph turned to Glaucon and tilted his head, "Now...? We also need to arrange a forge or something similar for the glass-workers... have you organized them? It was mentioned to me that perhaps Lady Karaskis would assist us - she apparently reigns over Fire."
Giving a polite nod to Aelondrael, Glaucon replied
"Arranging a forge should be no object as resources become more readily available during this time of renewal. For the time being can at least start by getting everything gathered into one place for ease of transport." Shifting his sitting position a little, he added,
"While a house for the fires is being built other things can be done, such as sorting the whole collection, and breaking the unsuitable pieces into something finer and more suited for glasswork."
"I shall send Libra ahead of your own to alert them of the preparations, if you do not mind," Glaucon nodded, and from his shadow arose a tiny silvery-bronze wisp bearing an equally tiny pair of scales.
"I can trust that you've been attentive, so please be swift."
An honor to be of service, my Lord, the wisp replied, giving a small bow and flying back towards the Pantheon.
And, begrudgingly climbing into a standing position, he suggested with a smile,
"In the meantime, perhaps we should seek out our glassworkers."
Glyph laughed softly at that, "My quarters are filled with sorted glass already, friend. As we have been collecting it so too have we been sorting it. Clear with clear, and colour with colour." He smiled and stood as well, "By all means do so. Please go help Aisling and Natasha, Aelondrael. It would be appreciated."
"As you wish my lord." She smiled and turned, moving briskly away to go assist the other two Aoidei.
"Now... I agree we should speak with the glassworkers." Walking slowly, in an almost leisurely manner he waited a moment before continuing, "Once the preparations for the forge are underway, we should contact Karaskis as well. I think the process will go much faster if she is present to assist."
"Such attention to detail," the other god smirked,
"surely an admirable trait. But how else would you be capable of raising such living majesty that is your glory from the earth? I should have expected no less." Glaucon could imagine the immaculate care his friend must have taken in making his realms into proper manifestations of his domain - almost like an architecture, but of wild nature instead of stone and marble, marvels of art in their own right.
Both David and Glaucon immensely appreciated the slow pace Glyph had started in - it meant they could keep up without much struggle.
"Karaskis of Fire, correct? Agreed. Would you know where she can be found?"
Glyph's smile broadened and a faint tinge of blush darkened his cheeks for a moment before he replied, "I... thank-you Judgement. You flatter me." Inhaling, he coughed slightly and turned his gaze elsewhere, thoughtful, "I think perhaps you should engage in diplomacy with the glass workers, that is, after all, your strong point. Eloquence and straightforward requests are called for and I do believe they respond best to a patron of society then to a rambling facet of nature." He smirked and laughed softly.
From his corner of their mindscape, David audibly gagged.
Augh, I think he's starting to have a crush on you, man... could you, like, please back the ******** off so you don't start sucking face with another guy in my body?
Truth be told, Glaucon had a strange appreciation for nature he was just now refamiliarizing himself with thanks to Forest, but that was neither here nor there. They had matters to attend to.
"Of course," he replied, giving a slow and emphatic nod,
"it would be my pleasure to do business with these mortals. As much as you relish witnessing the revitalization of nature, I too would be glad to be within my element."
While Glyph wasn't developing a crush on Judgement, he was rather fond of his comrade. After all, awakening to a world in turmoil and being tossed together and then thrown into a desperate quest to do something to ease the crisis does allow for some semblance of camaraderie to develop. Besides... Glaucon was very good at giving compliments... was it such a bad thing to appreciate them?
No... but I'd really rather not die with the image of my body getting close and personal with David's Malh'reth broke into Glyph's thoughts with a smirk, Who knew you were susceptible to flattery o mighty forest!
Glyph's brow furrowed, And what is wrong with that? I am not a vain creature but I can, and do, enjoy a compliment.
Or three, Malh'reth quipped.
His answer was a scoff as the god returned his attention to Glaucon, "Perhaps they will not be so stubborn this time around. Their time at the Pantheon should have made the gods a reality for them." Forest nodded as he swept a hand out in a loose gesture as they meandered back towards the Pantheon, "I wish not to tread where Judgement rules. I only hope we have the supplies to build a furnace or forge..."
Say what you will, but the forces of Nature do need to be treated with the respect they deserve, Glaucon was arguing, in tandem with Glyph's scuffle with his own host.
I do not see why it should not start with me.
Whaaatever, dude, David chuckled, giving the impression of a dismissive wave.
Flirt all you want. Just don't let it get physical, okay?
Soon the two gods and their hosts reached the pleasant open space of the orator's walk, where several mortals and Aoidei were scattered, some loosely bunched into groups and others simply lounging alone on the smooth stone. It was a pleasant atmosphere to be in, or so Judgment thought: people gathered around the ornamental pillars, free to speak and debate at their leisure, the very grassroots of a new society.
"Such bright faces..." he observed, raising his voice so it would catch across the crowd,
"So at ease, filled with hope. The gods are truly blessed to have people such as these in their following. If my own followers end up being anything like these, then I will have nothing to fear for my future."
His words ended up turning a head or two-- good, he'd succeeded. One of them turned fully around, and, sitting up straight, asked, "You're one of them, then? A... a god?"
Glaucon answered with a slow nod.
"I am. As is my companion here, recently returned to this world through the grace of mortal bodies such as your own. I am Glaucon, Lord of Judgment, and he is Glyph of the Forest. Might we trouble you with a question?"
"Yeah..." the man answered, looking as if he wasn't sure whether to bow or do something else, and ended up standing up straight. "I don't know if you're for real, but you guys seem okay anyway. What do you need?"
"We are looking for some people who hail from a land called Baadris... they're very ornately dressed, the women often wear glass wings. Would you happen to know where they are?"
"Baadris?" He scratched his head in thought. "I think... yeah, the glass people, you mean?" After being confirmed with a nod, he continued, "Yeah, I've seen some people like that. There's a lot of them up in the apartments Harmodius made. It'll probably be your best bet to look there."
Glyph walked alongside Glaucon as they meandered through the gathered mortals, pleased by the relative calm that had replaced the uncertainty that had clung to them mere weeks before. While Glaucon caught the attention of some, Glyph returned those looks with smiles and nods, moving away to speak with a few only to hear Judgemen introduce them.
Making his way back, he noted the location the man gave them,"Thank-you. Shall we?" Bowing, Glyph stepped back and began to move towards where the Baadris people were supposedly located. With any luck, they were still there.
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Meanwhile, Aelondrael had made her way to the Pantheon and was already helping the other Aoidei gather up the glass. Leading the way, she carried a couple bins of glass shards with such a formal air about her that it made both Aisling and Natasha smile in amusement. The pair of demonesses followed behind, bearing their own bins of glass.
"Where are we supposed to be taking these?" Natasha asked as she glanced around and did not find Glyph.
"The notice board would be best. I do not know where Lord Glyph wishes to begin this undertaking but pausing in a public area is the most logical thing to do, yes?" Aelondrael responded without looking back, intent on the task at hand.
"I... see. Alright then. After it's brought down, I'll go find him then."
The answering nod was enough for both and they settled into comfortable silence.
Karaskis walked along looking over the various changes, still at times almost in shock. Cinder remembered when the pantheon had looked like a shop...but then Destruction's reign came and the changes started.
It seems so long ago and at the same time not all that long at all... She still hadn't bothered with having shoes made, the slight chill of the walkway didn't bother her however. She was clothed simply in a dark blue wrap with gold accents, Siddhi had helped her with putting it on earlier to it hung like a sari.
Pausing the goddess scanned over the nearby area her eyes settling on a gathering of aoidei, normally she likely wouldn't have taken much notice of them but they were all carrying what appeared to be bins full of glass. Likely some project or another of one of the other gods, she was about to continue on when she noted where they were heading. The noticeboard...she had almost forgotten about it in all the change that had happened after the ceremony. Considering that someone might have added something there Karaskis made her way over to the board, stepping closer to the aoidei she smiled,
"greetings."
It thankfully only took a handful of steps into the proper hallway before the two gods could spot the people they were looking for - they might have been away from their home, but it didn't change their manner of dress one bit. Several were milling about doing household busywork, carrying in laundry and passing around plates of steamed fish that had probably been caught from the small streams outside. When Glaucon and Glyph's footsteps reached their ears, it had the effect of halting most of that activity - they were familiar faces to them, after all.
A couple of youths with free hands even nervously bowed to them, after a moment of hesitation and exchanged glances.
"Greetings," the Judge started, with a small polite bow over his walking stick.
"I suppose we require no introduction. Allow me at first to apologize for your current state of affairs... this transition must have been unexpected for some of you, and I hope you are faring well here in the house of the gods. If you feel it is my place to ask, are any of your glassworkers available for a commission?"
From the nervous youths a few stepped forward and from their confident gait, Glyph suspected they were well used to the gods. One, a woman with delicate glass hoops hanging from her ears greeted them formally before continuing, "Yes, my Lord. But... if I might ask, what do you plan for them to work with? The land is raw yet... basic materials have been difficult to find and we are more used to an environment of sand then we are of forest. Wood is too precious to waste needlessly."
Glyph smiled at that and nodded,
"We have materials for you and are willing to help build the items neccessary if you require something like a forge. You can forge new glass from old, correct?"
The man standing beside her nodded, "We can... so long as the source material is of high enough quality."
Glyph nodded and glanced to Glaucon before looking back to the pair,
"When can you be ready to start?"
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The Aoidei glanced up as the set their loads down and inclined their heads in respectful greeting. It was plain that this newcomer was another god and while she might not be Glyph, deserved some medium of respect on principle.
"Greetings! By chance, have you seen Lord Glyph? We're to bring this glass to him... but Aelondrael forgot to ask where he migth be before they parted." Natasha glanced at the lotus Aoide with a smirk.
She simply frowned at the demoness and continued,
"Or perhaps where glassworkers might be - they were in search of them." Adjusting the glass in her buckets, she made sure nothing was falling out as Aisling fussed about behind her.
"They want to reforge this into items to present to Harmodius, but broken glass just won't do." She smiled up at Karaskis, displaying a cracked and bottomless cup.
Karaskis listened to the aoidei thoughtfully, it seemed they had a mission of sorts to finish up.
"Unfortunately I am not familiar with your Lord, nor do I believe I have seen him. My path has been quiet until I came upon you." Shifting her gaze the goddess looked to the containers of glass,
"the glassworkers - do you mean the mortals from Baardis?"
At the mention of reforging Karaskis shifted her attention more fully to the aoidei, projects such as reforging where one of the many things people seemed to be striving for when it came to starting over and establishing the survivors.
"Reforging...you have a forge set up then for the glassworkers? And if you do mean the survivors from Baardis, I do happen to know where they are staying...some of the mortals that are faithful to myself are in the same area. I can show you of course if you like."
The youths looked at each other for a few moments, exchanged a couple of looks and whispers, and upon a series of nods another stepped forward, saying, "I see no reason why we shouldn't start as soon as the forge is ready. It would be a blessing to be able to start up our craft again, be it for the gods or otherwise."
"Then it is settled," Glaucon nodded, offering an easy smile.
"I am sure that among the glass we'll provide for reforging, enough will be of the quality to suit your needs. You have my personal gratitude, as I imagine will Lord Harmodius."
A few pairs of eyes widened, and nearby a woman sputtered around her bite of fish.
Glyph's gaze shifted to the woman who choked on her meal and he tilted his head, obviously concerned. She caught his gaze and nodded, waving as if to say she was fine. Shaking his head, Forest bapped Glaucon gently on the shoulder and laughed softly.
"Harmodius..." The woman asked, voice stunned, "Is that where your request is ending up?" She seemed both anxious and eager at the same time as murmurs of surprised interest echoed out through those now gathering behind the two speakers.
"Indeed. We need your help to help the Twin Crown. Your effort is most appreciated." Glyph replied, nodding. Inwardly, Glyph was relieved - the mortals' reactions had been difficult to read for the god and he was glad to see they were not overly intimidated by the end point of the request. "
What shall we do to help you? You need only to ask."
Turning around, the self-appointed representatives began organizing the Baadris refugees and inside an hour, they were ready with lists of materials, labour, and volunteered artisans.
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Natasha shook her head,
"Yes, we mean the people of Baadris. And... as far as I know there's no forge yet. I don't even know if we have the materials for it.... we might be able to harvest enough wood to burn for the fire but I don't know if either Glyph or Harmodius would appreciate that." She pursed her lips, expression thoughtful.
"Perhaps we should find them first and ask for instructions before making plans without our Lord's approval?" Aelondrael interjected, lifting a brow.
"I agree... lets ask Master first." Aisling nodded and stepped forward, bowing slightly as she did so, "Would you lead the way please? And I am deeply sorry but what might we call you?"
Glaucon shared the other god's initial concern at the mortal woman's health, but that was also as far as his relief extended - he was more pleased that the unsubtle hinting at who this job was ultimately for had been as motivating as he'd intended it to be.
"Truly, you must be fine craftsmen, approaching this project with such honest enthusiasm," returning Glyph's rap on the shoulder with a small grin that looked a bit more like it belonged on his host's face than his own.
The lists put together and the artisans and labormen gathered, everyone quickly started down the hallway and towards the Pantheon entrance (or, at least, as quickly as one could with one of the gods in David's disagreeable body and some of the mortals not wanting to leave him straggling behind). Along the way they would pass closely by the noticeboard; the sudden change in the flow of human traffic and the familiarity of the faces within would likely be enough of a tipoff to Natasha and Aelondrael what direction they'd be expected to take the collection of glass in.
Back outside, the refugees were efficient, cheerful, and very eager to get to work. As enjoyable as their period of relaxation had been, they all seemed to be in agreement that it was time they started using their skills again, even if it was in a foreign place.
Lifting a brow Karakis listened a moment to the Aoidei. The goddess nodded slightly in agreement before speaking,
"that is a not a problem, and I am Karaskis - goddess of Fire."
It was clear at least to her that perhaps the others could use a bit of help when it came to getting their glass melted down. She'd of course have to see how they had their forges built, but those were things to come. If needed she knew those she could gather to aid with such a venture, but wouldn't bother with until she knew what if anything was still needed.
"Come along this way - and what is it I should call you by?" Motioning to the group she started off toward the rooms of the mortals. The goddess' steps were measured and she was mindful to not get too far ahead of those that had a burden.
"It is not too far... now." Glancing back over her shoulder as they neared the mortal's quarters she paused near them waiting for the three before reaching to open the doors.
Aelondrael nodded at that, falling into a deep, strangely beautiful bow when the goddess introduced herself,
"And I am Aelondrael, servant to the God of Forests." Aisling and Natasha echoed the sentiment after the lotus aoide and together they followed Karaskis with a few loads of glass.
On their way to the mortals, the parade of people moved by and, ever attentive of their lord's presence, the three aoidei perked when they saw Glyph keeping pace with Glaucon.
"Lady Karaskis... They are there, see? Our lord is among them, as is Judgement. Perhaps the search need not be continued now that they have walked by us. Would you deign to come with us, Lady? I believe they are setting up their forges outside."
Natasha, arching a brow at the lotus aoidei's take charge attitude pursed her lips and nodded her agreement,
"Excuse me, Lady, but I must take this burden to Lord Glyph. Aisling?" The other demoness nodded as well and together they started towards the train of Baadris folk, leaving Aelondrael behind to accompany Karaskis.
Aelondrael, however, was not overly pleased with that turn of events and turned a sour expression upon the two. Karaskis was a goddess and deserved more respect then that! While yes, Glyph was their master and his needs would always come first, that did not mean you simply abandoned an ally. Her silence towards the departing demoness' was proof enough of her ire but she turned again to Fire and smiled, neatly hiding her displeasure,
"If you would, Lady?"
Out in the area before the Pantheon's entrance, the Baadris people had spread out into their camps, drawing up plans for the forge and setting up assembly stations with surprising efficiency. Those who did not possess the skills for the more technical work became runners, gathering supplies and distributing them between the groups. And those who knew to lead did so, quickly pulling the once-restless group into a focused effort.
It pleased Glyph to see such ready effort, though he knew they must have been anxious in their idle waiting. No one knew when or if they might able to return to their homeland and so a chance at familiar things was welcome.
"Glyph!" Natasha called, smiling when the god turned to regard the aoide,
"We've got the glass for you! And we found Lady Fire - Karaskis. Aelondrael's bringing her."
Glyph smiled broadly at that and took the load of glass as Natasha offered it, quickly setting it to the side as Aisling offered hers as well.
"Excellent, thank you." He turned to Glaucon then and nodded,
"It seems the pieces have come together, now all we need is to build that forge."
"Ah," Glaucon smiled, turning around as the two heard a new smattering of voices coming their way - two he could recognize as Aelondrael and Natasha, the later of which earned a spike of interest and a silent request from David to give a wave to. Or a wink. Or one of a small list of pickup lines he cheekily read off to the god as the aoidei continued their approach, with an individual who was undoubtedly the goddess of Fire following them.
The god settled to politely incline his head towards the new diety instead, saying,
"Lady Karaskis... It is a pleasure, and an honor to be working with you. May the fruits of your combined efforts be successful."
Since he hadn't really been doing much besides standing around and watching, and offering encouraging words where appropriate, he certainly didn't feel it right to use 'our' in his greeting. He was no less content for it, though, glad as he was to finally see some order and work ethic in the mortal populace. The Judge continued in this vein as the forge slowly but surely took form, eager to praise the craftsmen's diligence as much as they seemed eager to please-- they were making a labor of devotion out of it, intent on making it a work of art fitting for the grounds around the Pantheon as well as a tool that would see more use in the future.
Finally, after a leisurely but still productive pace of work, the forge had been completed, ready for the spark Karaskis would provide to heat it up.
Watching the aoidei Karaskis hid a bit of a smile, although she didn't know the extent of it watching the hinted at bits of drama was a pass time. Of course her aoidei were not always so good at hiding it, perhaps they should take lessons she thought.
Nodding slightly to Aeleondrael as the aoidei motioned her onwards she headed over toward the other deities. She had not met either as of yet, and the only memories of Justice's host were when she was still mostly sleeping.
"Greetings Lord Forest and Lord Justice," offering a courtly bow to each she then shifted her gaze over those nearby.
"It looks as if the forge is just about ready..." her eyes settled on the forge taking note of the design and materials used.
"If I understand correctly you need help with a flame for your forge?" stepping over the forge the goddess' eyes went over what had been gathered, motioning one of the nearby mortals she spoke quietly. Her instructions were precise once she left the mortals would be able to upkeep the heat though she was glad to find that the man had previous knowledge.
Karaskis was able to summon Kalfyra, and Kalfyra brought others. With the help of the knowledge of those that worked on the forges within her room the group worked. Once the forge was finish the main need for Karaskis had come. Before starting with the creation of the fire she looked over the forge thoughtfully making sure it would hold the heat without danger, after all the heat they needed would be great.
With the aid of Phi's alchemy she made sure that there would be enough of the dark coal that would hold the heat that the furnace would need. Using her flames to start a small fire as it spread she poured her energy into it, closing her eyes the goddess' mind went to the fire spreading throughout it. For those moments she danced and sprang not within the flame but as it, despite the element in use a peacefulness filled her. It took well over an hour to bring the flames hot enough for the glass, during that time Karaskis just stood close to the furnace to her time went quickly and once it was done she just stood a moment blinking her eyes on the flames another few moments before turning to the others.
"It will work for the glass now."
Once the forge had been set up and materials gathered with the help of Lady Fire, Glyph and Malh'reth saw to it that he helped as much as they could. The mage would conjure the needed pipes and tongs as they were required and even duplicated the forge once it was complete and he was given a description of the materials.
Thus the mortals were given a task to occupy idle hands and the two young gods could rest easy in the knowledge that the scraps of glass they'd gathered over the past while were not just scraps. Most of the glass was reforged into simple water-carrying vessels, glasses and broad bowls - minimalist in style but functional and matching and as perfect as the glass workers could manage for the Twin Crown.
It would take a few short days but eventually the work would pay off and the ensemble of surviving vessels and recycled ones would be stacked, boxed, and otherwise stored in neat arrangement for presentation to Harmodius.