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It was, for once, neither. Nor other denizen that had taken it on themselves to safeguard the Twin Crown from interlopers on time and effort. Harmodius himself opened the door to the dwelling beyond. Finding dragon muzzle beyond did not seem to phase him.

"The portal is not so large. Perhaps I should come out? How fare you, scaleshield? "

And he came out, steps deliberate measured but hale.

"Hope is a heavy weight, but one that already breaks to bear? Usually it is uplifting. " The eldest came out, starting towards the gardens and more space for the great scales that had less structural danger if his paroxysms should intensify in good or bad mien.

"But give hope wings with words. Tell me. Ask me."

Harmodius listened in two parts- to the hesitant tones, mixed with as much hope as despair, and the words themselves of the asking. "Silence....has indeed become dear to me."

"An oft companion of the days." But a Consort? That title was, in the tradition of the Twin Crown, a lover only with no seed brought of it. It was also one fulfilled once again, or in some part as Destruction regained strength, with Aristgeiton. Lust and love without creation from it deific or otherwise. Worldshield's request, though, was one of specific Creation. A new and epic making. the moment drew long without word.

Dual colour eyes looked out at the landscape and then in turn at the false sky that had reconnected the worlds, the lesser undertaking that was at least a bandage over a gaping wound. "There are some things in Time that can be done only once. Tasks for Beginnings."

But what has this all been, from the first gathered stone, if not a hope for new beginning? Even diminished at its own start, each stone barely a god and humbled to the mortal coil before being uplifted, renewed with what they lacked? "While the old mechanisms are dormant again, We are closer to Gehenna now than to Origin. 'I', as now, cannot of nothing recreate the Universe alive as once was done of nothing. The last remnants of the old would be needed- gifts made of the original. The crown of stars, the blood in a phial necklace, the eye in the Scepter of Arrostos, these things...the last remnants of what was named Lucius to guide and make thread to sew up the new fate lines for a new creature. A name and soul with that old power and purpose. "

"And....I suppose talking with Endiovar. It will be a strange thing, after so long, to approach the fulfillment of that charge again. Not since I first was struck by Gaia have I sought the hand of one of the gods for such union."

The eldest lifted a hand and stroked it along the dragon's flank. There was not much comfort to be offered to the loss of that last piece- the name borne by the lover of the Universe that was gifted with the very heavens themselves in hand. "It may not be forever, or it may. It is glad that you are able to see it- it would not be Lucius, whom you loved. If you came to love what is new made for what they are or hate them, and they you for either...only time could truly tell. "

"But time we all have."

"The blood and the Sceptre both are in the keeping of the attendant Endenis. The Crown of stars broke when Lucius' form did, and they flew wild among the corpse of the great black sky. There are eight stars of the crown. Some may be together, others apart. "

"Your memory will call to the blood, and the blood will call to the works of him. It will lead you to the last stars he wrought."

"Bring these things forth, and we shall see what wills be done."