It was a cold night. Loop of day and night, all felt on edge and tense. Such feelings weren't shared by the rest for what laid before Tharis' throne hall were blood and remnants. By action deemed unjust and belligerent, the supreme god was ordered a stay at home. Whatever the punishment might have been; it never really mattered. Stay at home, else 'go back and rest.'
'My authority,' she pondered. Followers in mass, "-goddess," they preached, "-it was not your fault," they prayed, "-it was the supreme god's action," some kneeled.
'It's my responsibility,' she pondered for said mass of followers were the cacophonous memories left as the dead body was dragged. A whelming scent pressed, "-who goes there?" she gestured in a matter of waves, "-show yourself."
"Pardon the intrusion," came a lovely flowery smell, "-I was sent by the one for his prize?"
