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The God sighed into being. His body rippled and warped, parting the time-streams to allow his stout form to slip through as unceremoniously as possible. Pomp and circumstance was better saved for his worshipers and those he needed to use. His child needed grand entrances like he needed his conceited sister's irrational musings.
Clearly the God had been distracted as of late, for there was an air of surprise and curiosity intermingled with his normal expression of passive impatience. For all of his pseudo-omniscience, there was much the God didn't know. Having access to all of space and time was not the same as actually wading through it all. His focus had been upon his sister, and whether or not Helovia was in for any more of her little philosophically imbued surprises. He certainly hoped not, although she had taken her jail sentence quite easily. There was something unnerving about how quickly and quietly she slipped into the mists of her lands, and the God didn't want to be on the ass-end of any more of her games.
So while he hadn't actively been keeping an eye on his only child, he was able to arrive almost immediately when she called. In the big scheme of things as far as Godly parents go, he figured he was in first place. Both of his brothers were on protege #2, and Moony? Well she certainly wasn't winning any parental awards any time soon.
"I see he delivered your gift." The God rumbled, eyeing the Rougarou. None of his siblings had ever gifted their children with such a companion. Father of the Year? Just maybe.
Quickly his eyes flashed to the sword his daughter had heaved onto the ground. Immediately his ears plastered themselves against his skull, and his breathing quickened. His composure quickly resumed, but still his electric gaze eyed the sword with an intense and almost palpable concern. "That ... is something I have not seen for a very long time." In the air, thunder and lightning crashed and flashed out of no where. The smell of rain suddenly hung stagnant as the vapid scent of electricity wafted down from seemingly invisible storm clouds. His gaze narrowed as it pulled away from the item, and back to his child. "And that's saying something." He concluded, his voice lightning slightly as the ethereal scent and sounds of his anger dispersed.
"You found it in a glacier ..." He repeated her words, clearly rolling them around in his vast mind. "Long before you mortals came to these lands, others called them their own. Unburdened by the tentative mortality that your lot clings to, these creatures roamed with a sense of unbridled hubris and self importance. They came from worlds other than these, through gateways forged by the darkest and most terrifying of magics." His words rang with the air of an accomplished storyteller, and yet his gaze was hazy and distant, as if he was remembering, rather than reiterating. "My kin and I ... resolved the threat that their kind held, not simply so that your kind could thrive here, but for the safety of the entire world. Monsters of the kind that even your nightmares could not conjure. "
His nostrils flared as his gaze re-focused and dropped to the sword. Who had bound it with twine? Was it happenstance? Or had someone really tried to put the pieces back together? "One monster .. Drolgatha proved to be one of the most powerful. Her strength was not physical, but mental. She was a master of deception and deflection. A true artisan of death. That ..." He couldn't bear to call the thing a sword in its current condition. "... those pieces are all that is left of a blade once called Sparkmarrow - one that I wielded long, long ago. It fell into a place where not even time could find Drolgatha. But those doors were closed ... the links between the worlds sealed. That it is here now.." His voiced trailed off with a deadly seriousness.
If it was back, was she ?
"...is a problem." He concluded frankly.
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