Well, it certainly wasn’t every day when all the gods and demigods were gathered in one area – he wondered if it had ever happened before. If there had been others before the rest of them – Hototo, Roskuld, Aithniel and himself. Were there siblings out there somewhere? Perhaps in a time long past, or perhaps they were the first. It didn’t seem to matter very much either way, whether there had been others before them didn’t solve the problem that they had been presented with. It still unsettled him how callous his mother had been, and how contradictory. While scorning the death of the mare she had given him magic to help in finding her murderer.

There had been half a mind to see if the others had learned anything useful from their parents, maybe work out a plan to figure this thing out, but before he knew it everyone was scattering. Perhaps their own meetings had been as confusing as his own. He would at least follow Roskuld, not keen on the idea of letting his plucky sister disappear from his sight again now that they had been reunited. So while she had taken the cloud back down to the Veins, he had glided down soon afterwards on silent wings. His mind refused to focus on any single topic for very long – there were simply too many clamoring for attention all at once. The murder, his mother, Roskuld, that island, his mother, and – let’s face it – just the gods in general all wanted to be thought about at the same time.

One topic, at least, was considerably more favorable to focus on than the others.

Ears pricked as she called out his name – not quite as enthusiastically as last time but that was all right. They had just all been subject to the ultimate parents meeting. Being the child of one of them certainly had some weighty effects.

Mesec let her speak first as he came to stop before her and at that common place question he just couldn’t really help that smile, could he? Not for her. So a grin broke out and he even managed a bit of a chuckle. Such a broad question and there was an insane variety of answers that he could give her. He picked one laced with humour and – Mother must have been rubbing off on him – a little bit of sarcasm. “Oh you know, the usual. Totally calm about the fact that we were all summoned to a floating island in the sky and end up in some sort of weird family meeting right beside a dead body.” The laughter in his silver eyes faded away towards the end of his response – there really wasn’t anything funny about what had happened.

Without breaking his gaze from her, his tone softened as he returned the question – shifting his wings slightly. “What about you, Ros.”