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Sakura was a ball of fear, and of nerves. The young female was sitting, huddled up and all eyes and fluff against a tree, despite being honoured here. So many had come the light coloured female felt ashamed it was such a production. She was small and timid, and while unsure, felt quiet and overly-showered in attention.

Really, was it good to leave?

Still, she returned affection while hiding her fear, rumbling softly a moment before looking to her paws again meekly.

She was scared, for sure.

A much smaller lion followed Daima in to the gathering. Tem stuck by his great-grandfather's tail, green eyes wide as he took in the surroundings. Everything here was so misty and lush and...well. Not at all like home. He didn't recognize anyone or anything, and he felt as though everyone was turning to look at them as they made their way into the thick of those gathered. Why there was a congregation was beyond him, but he hoped Daima would point out to him those he was related to.

He trotted a little faster to keep up, feeling incredibly out of place. Still, he told himself, he had to make an effort. Either this pride or the one he'd be shown next he would call home, hopefully, and he had to put his best paw forward.

"Grandfather?" he asked softly. During the journey here, Daima had told him to leave out the 'great' part since it just made addressing him take that much longer. "Are you sure there are relatives here?" He and the god stood out so much that it was hard to imagine any relative of his living here, blending in with the mists and foliage.

Cyrille Kibou was not the sort to talk much, preferring to save his words and his wisdom for when they were truly needed. Thus, though he was present at the gathering - of course he was, he could hardly be the Wise One and miss out on something of this sort - he said nothing, choosing instead to watch the younger generation interact. There was much to see and to remember, things that he might miss if he let his mouth run away from him for no reason.

If he was addressed, of course, he would answer. But for now, at least, he was content to observe.

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Amitab was a long way from the desert she had been born into, and to be frank she wasn't certain she belonged here. Everything was so much... wetter than she was used to, and while there was similarity between her duties as a priestess in her old home and her role now, there was difference enough that she feared stumbling.

Still, she had experienced a vision of this place - once, faintly... or perhaps it might have been a dream and she was full of wishful thoughts and flights of fancy. Finding a place off to the side of the gathering, she stretched out with a yawn and glanced over the small gathering. She supposed she probably should attend to more than her duties, but... well, they were all so odd.

... And did she mention it was damp? Damp. Wet. Humid. Her fur felt like it was standing on end! No, she'd socialize more when she was less uncomfortable. Or if anyone sought her out, a white lump of fur off to one side.

Sakura spotted her father and bolted under his wing rapidly, pressing close. She was scared - there was far too much to do and this celebration simply felt alien, the female peering up more cublike than anything, before glancing to Daima as well. He reminded her of Papa, which meant possibly being family[/i[, and though she wiggled her tgoes a little to say hello, she didn't speak. No, no, she wanted to hide in Daddy for now, and hide she would.

"Papa..." Would he understasnd? Please?

Hiiro idly strolled into the celebration with a calm expression, the young male eternally unreadable, however the scent of food had drawn him out, ears flicking as he glanced agait, stretching and blinking. Oh, there were guests, bnut that was all he noted - one was with a god, and therefor not worth challenging if so. No need for an unneeded fight, and instead he looked for something to take Kai to eat, dominantly walking in a manner to demonstrate his role. There, there now. that was --

And then Haruka sat on his tail, the musician looking up innocently.

"You look like someone rolled in your fur, Hiiro." Haruka teased. The male scowled, batting irritably before she mouthed, making him draw back in agitation. Harukas grinned, getting up and moving to investigate the newcomerds, small pouches of seaglass tinkling as she walked.

"Merry Meet strangers!" She beamed to Daima and his grandson warmly, bowing. "Welcome, welcome! Do you like music?"

One paw rose and she wiggled it, a tinkling, melodic noise ringing from the sea glass lightly.

The only reason Primitus had come was Baba Croix. But why not, when he learned something new about himself? And it would do for Atefeh to meet his family, even if Uurmi could not. No, the young god wanted his father to see his mate, learn what he learned of himself, and just generally share news from the Aegnor, and the god perked. Was this a party? Well! And so Primitus put his mate down and bound over eagerly, rubbing Baba Croix hello before spotting Daima, grinning before pouncing his brother, beginning to tug his ear teasingly.

"Hello, you old rug!" Primitus teased.

Tem got his answer soon enough. Another huge lion with wings made his way over to them and spoke to Daima as if he were an old friend. They shared some characteristics and he couldn't help but wonder if this, perhaps, was the family he had spoken of. A tiny smile crossed his muzzle: he had no idea he was related to so many gods! Another came to pounce his grandfather and, while they didn't look anything alike, Tem got the feeling they were siblings. It was how he would play with his own littermates when he had been a cub. This god wasn't colored like a Firekin, either! Perhaps it was where he had gotten his blue from.

Another lioness came over to them, and Tem started to feel a bit overwhelmed. He was used to large families, but here he only knew Daima by name, and they had only just met a few days ago. Still...it was best not to be rude.

"I like music," he said hesitantly, although he was only used to the powerful voices of the Firekin as they sang war chants and marching songs. He glanced back to the gods, since the older of the three had asked his name. "I'm Tem," he said, offering his nickname rather than his full name. He didn't like his full name, as it reminded him of not having the proper fiery title that would have allowed him to stay in the Firekin. "It's...ah...nice to meet you, sir."

Ciara heard her father long before she saw him, her attention brought up as she moved towards the sound of her family. Gods above, she often wished she could see all of them, but until that day came, she was happy to move to see them all. Her voice raised, calling to her sister, "Sakura!" There was a sound of happiness to her. At least she would be able to bid the other farewell properly.
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There was a voice that drew her attention from her reverie, glancing up at the female that spoke to her. A smile curved Jukwa's maw, and she bowed her head in response, "Greetings to you. Are you doing well?" The female crossed her paws slightly, still laying down. It's comfortable here.