Four Haion deities sat around a table.

  To establish the accord. The alliance of four that would stand united.

  Prosperity & grain, held in a tower undivided.

  Whom stands tall, glimmering like the sun peaking out from a cresting horizon.

  In full view, for all to admire and envy.

  Though she had neither mouth nor nose, Iganaiid made her dwindling patience clear by scrunching her abyssal eyes and blowing out air with a huff.

  "I said... keep, your hundgarn." She stated with force.

  Then after a brief pause, "Keep your hundgarn, and your precious Regis Empire, Korvahn'izd." She shook her head, "Just... know! I will not entertain your dissent. You all know well that I have made up my mind, authority regarding these waters filling the Prisael Voess Crater will be mine, and mine alone."

  "I will ask again. Is this clear?"

  Neither Yedoelin nor Hevellin were in any clear hurry to respond. Both eager to return to their domains, quiet solitude and revelrious times of reverence written within their respective demeanors. Korlanosko, as his people knew him, was of a different mind with this delusional self-serving compatriot of his.

  The marvanous being, with one glance of whom was clearly born to spread decay, merely chuckled under his breath at her preposterous demand.

  "Do you even love your people anymore?"

  Iganaiid stared at him blankly. After some time, mostly spent processing what he had just said, she made her face crinkle into something resembling an irate frown.

  "Love?!" And was left stunned, unable to determine an appropriate response for such... ridiculous rhetoric. Her floating fingers tensed up together tightly in imitation of a balled up fist, visibly shaken.

  "Of course you would say something like that, Korvahn'izd. Your sentimentality sickens me." She extended her hands while exclaiming, "Discuss something important. Reasonable."

  "And love is not, my friend?" Hevellin asked against his better judgement.

  That really touched a nerve. She shrieked at them, "Why am I always the one who has to keep these conversations on track?! I keep my hundgarn fed, sheltered, and prosperous! Is that not enough?!"

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  Iganaiid took a step back. She took a deep breath. In, out. Don't let their foolish statements get to you...

  After collecting herself, she continued, "So long as they understand their place and submit to my authority, that shall never change. I do not see a need for love in this exchange."

  Yedoelin remained silent, yet agreed with her statement. For the wanderer's part he felt no need to get overly involved with the people of his domain and they got along just fine. Each kept to their own affairs and mingled only when necessary.

  "Ah, Iganaiid." The disappointment in Hevellin's voice was palpable. "Your words lack color, life is empty without these things. Love, celebration, piety..." He shook his head, "Why not just give Korlanosko what he desires. Are we putting you out so much?"

  "Yes."

  Korvahn'izd shed his facade pleasantries, jerking forward like a lunging insect. He stopped just short of Iganaiid's face.

  "One sea!" He shouted. "Spawn of Maiyhllaeda... Will you really not afford me this?!"

  "Of course not, spawn of Erektavesk." She stated while glaring straight into his many eyes.

  Korvahn'izd chittered at her.

  "You have neither the discipline nor the resources to properly manage the Twin Sea. The Regis Empire will collapse before long, I am sure of this."

  "You may be surprised by how far my people will go."

  "There is nothing that can surprise me. Not now, not in the future."

  This was her claim.

  Her navy would become the mountain that touches the clouds. All policy, of all seas, of all ocean boundaries, would be her's to dictate. Including the decree of isolation, forbidding all from entering... or leaving the Prisael Voess Ocean.

  Yet even a mountain can be hollowed out to a degree. Allowing persistent creatures to seek shelter and warmth within it's caves and caverns.

  On this day of antiquity, Iganaiid made thus very clear. Doing so would come at a cost and would not happen with ease. For all her beauty and majesty, she was well known for her barbaric tendencies and overwillingness to use excessive force to get her point across. She would sooner rip out your heart with her bare hands or yank your arm off and beat you with it... than let you cross her.

  For all their outward differences, they were similar in many ways. For Iganaiid and Korvahn'izd were both marvane from beyond this land, emmisaries of evil Ingecolod, desperately running from the past they had buried together.