Abruptly, Stylla embraced Skullius. That very human gesture lessened the grandeur of Suzamete's and Luserus' arrival. Because of it, even Theurien didn't seem to acknowledge it. His heart was still melting from his daughter's mental recovery.
The Deities watched in silence, allowing the moment to simmer to its peak. Skullius embraced Stylla as well. Holding her, memories of those days when he became a mercenary, when he went on his first mission with Stylla, Bron, and Fore, hit him. It would seem there were many things he was leaving behind, but at least those things – human or otherwise – were strong enough to endure.
Stylla was stronger than she'd ever been, and she'd only continue to grow.
'She's not like Mohrane and Quillith at all, but her potential will take her places for sure,' Skullius thought as he drew away from her.
Stylla was wiping away tears.
"I don't care what it is that made me choose you back then – Direction, whims, or luck. I'm glad I did," she said, smiling.
