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What an eventful past couple of days... first the Andalite, then Akakios... Glaucon had been so inundated with new faces lately, he wondered if he would ever be able to wade past them and get to the familiar ones. And now, with the situation with Underworld's son that may or may not some sort of crisis, he found himself putting off his to-do list ever further as he pondered what to do about it.

First things first, he had to deliver the news of the child's disappearance and figure out how big a deal it actually was. Not knowing if he would have any luck finding someone outside, he retraced his steps back from whence he came and re-entered the library. Hopefully Akakios would still be there.

Kyrie was happy to sit in the big hallway and listen to her mother's voice rise and fall with the rhythm of rhyme. Every once in a while, she couldn't help but bounce her head up and down with the words. They were fun and she opened her beak to try to mimic them, but a soft caw escaped instead. Closing her beak, she looked to her mother for the next line, then blinked when she noticed her looking past them. Turning her head, her eyes widened.

New person!

Pushing herself up to her feet, she ruffled her tail feathers and reached out to tug on her mother's silky robes. Clacking her beak, she gave a questioning look and pointed to the new face.

"Akakios? Are you still in here?"

Glaucon called tentatively into the library, but there was no immediate answer. It looked like Lament was out. Instead, his melancholic presence had been replaced by a soft female voice... very familiar... being lifted into the air of the room by an equally familiar figure sitting on the floor. Dark crow wings, green wisps of fractals, reciting a number poem... well, there was no one else it could be, now was there?

"Ah, Cosine? It's been far too long..." he greeted, with a bow and a bit of stress in his voice. The noise of smaller footsteps made his eyes dart around to find their source, and he became aware of the three other, much smaller presences in the room.

More children. Of course it would be more children. He gave the waving one an awkward nod, completely unsure of himself around the young gods.

...did one of them have a crow head? How... unusual.

Kyrie looked to her mother at her questioning tone. She did not seem alarmed. Perhaps this was a new friend? Letting her mother's robes go, she started to toddle over to the new face. Cawing cheerfully, she paused and her eyes widened when the light of the library caught the glittery wings on his back. Bouncing, she clapped her hands and called out to her brother and sister.

'Look!' she turned and pointed excitedly to the glittery gold feathers that were oh so deliciously shiny.

The venture was one worth taking. "Yes," he answered, giving a smile of acknowledgement. "It is excellent to see you have returned more fully to power -- but... ah..."

It seemed he was becoming the center of attention. The crow-child looked just about ready to climb up on him, and the other little girl's grin just kept getting wider and wider with every passing second. It was a far cry from the surlier attitude of the young Guardian, whose escape from the Pantheon was still fresh on his mind.

"Yes... hello..." he offered awkwardly, then brought his attention back to Cosine. "I would enjoy a chance at catching up with you, but for now -- you wouldn't happen to know of Guardian, Underworld's son?"

And furthermore, just who were these children anyway? He gave another look at all three of them, and slowly began to realize... they all bore some similarity to Lady Number. The quieter boy had her hair color, the bright-smiling one had some of her face, and those small feathery wings, and... well, the little Crow was obvious. As realization dawned on him, the surprise began to show through on his face as well.

Just how many gods were off multiplying nowadays?

Kyrie chortled happily when her sister joined her on the new adventure of meeting a new person. Fluffing her feathery wings, she looked up at her mother as she joined them as well, then turned her blue eyes back up to Judgement. Her eyes ran hungrily over his shiny wings, then began to notice the sheen on his hands.

Ooooo!

Stepping closer, she reached up and gently ran her dark fingers over the back of his shiny gold hand. They were so much prettier than her boring dark hands.

Cosine's knowing smirk was met with an accusatory quirk of the eyebrow. Unspoken communications were abound in this encounter. These are your children, aren't they? was written clearly in Glaucon's gaze, while the Number goddess's little smile most likely conveyed the message well of course they are, whose else would they be? Lord Silence would have undoubtedly gotten some amusement out of the exchange, especially given Judgment's uncertainty on how to conduct himself in their presence. He was most certainly not in his element among children.

The fact that she was Guardian's aunt, of all things, raised even further questions -- just how did that come about? Number was no natural sister to Underworld -- but he kept them to himself for the moment for the sake of staying on topic. "Elusive?" he repeated. "Does that mean escapades out of the Pantheon are something he does often?"

Well, that was one way to breach the subject.

The feel of tiny hands grasping one of his own gave Glaucon another round of pause, as he discovered the Crow examining his fingers as if they were some kind of rare treasure. He supposed they were rather shiny, but had never really given much thought to them save for their blessed familiarity. Either way, Cae -- or Kyrie? Which one was which? -- wasn't doing any harm or getting into any trouble occupying herself with it, so he sidled over to a nearby chair and sat down, extending his arm out so she would have a better reach.

Kyrie trailed after Glaucon to his seat and she ruffled her feathers happily when he extended his arm out at Kyrie level. Continuing to trace her fingers over his hand and arm, she began to twist it gently so it would catch the light. Sooooo pretty. Glancing over to her mommy's friend, her eyes were once again caught on his shiny wings. They weren't the same as her mommy and daddy's wings. They were a different shiny. Wanting to get a closer look, she walked over to his knees and started to struggle to pull herself up into his lap.