Return to the Inn
Vordea noticed Eigengrau's robes were turning white as they walked through the woods in silence, but decided not to mention it, besides nudging Vaust and pointing at the robes. Vaust nodded as well, and wondered what it meant. By the time they arrived back at the Hissing Lobster, the robes were completely snow white, contrasting against Eigengrau's perfectly black hair and eyes.
Outside of the Inn, 3 travellers were sitting on a bench, enjoying the cold winter air when they saw the Gods come out of the woods. Eigengrau and Vaust stopped, while Vordea approached them.
"Lambeth, Mark, Sarah, please proceed inside." Vordea said warmly.
Lambeth and Sarah, shocked by the presence of Vordea, simply nodded and went inside. Mark got up and when he got to the door, held it open.
"I insist." He said. "Please, all of you, proceed."
Eigengrau smiled and bowed her head as she walked into the Inn, holding Irnia. Inside the Inn, all the chatter died away to nothing as people took note of Eigengrau not only in snow white robes, but holding a newborn child close to her chest, accompanied by Vordea in her black gown.
The crowd slowly parted as Eigengrau walked through the room, led by Vordea. Vaust was seemingly ignored and returned to behind his bar, the fiction of him not being a God maintained. When Eigengrau reached the centre of the room she stopped, with Vordea by her side.
"May I present to you the God of Winter, Irnia." Eigengrau said, holding him in her arms. "The first new God in over a thousand years."
The patrons in the tavern crowded and clamoured around Eigengrau to get a closer look, with Vordea keeping them at a gentle distance from Eigengrau. After several minutes passed by, Vordea glanced at Eigengrau, who nodded.
"I ask for your silence." Vordea stated, and the tavern fell silent again.
Eigengrau gently woke up Irnia, who seemed excited by the people around him, and giggled. She walked through the crowd several times, while Irnia giggled and laughed, until she felt a psychic tug from her son. Already? Eigengrau stopped walking, and turned in the direction Irnia wanted her to look. Sitting on a stool, looking at them both was an Elf, Silvyr. Eigengrau walked closer to him, and Irnia seemed pleased.
"Yes, what can I do for you Lady Eigengrau?" Silvyr asked. He was shocked when Eigengrau held out Irnia to hold. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Silvyr gently took hold of the infant God, who seemed quite pleased by Silvyr and began giggling and laughing. As Silvyr held Irnia, Eigengrau noted something intriguing taking place. His hair was slowly turning white, and colour was returning to her robes.
"Silvyr, I have a question for you. What is your favourite season? Be honest." Eigengrau asked, as a thought began to form in her head.
"Winter. It is a season of rest, for the land to heal from the past year." Silvyr answered, as even the colour of his clothes began to turn white, a fact not lost on the other patrons of the tavern.
Eigengrau looked through the Book of Fates as he spoke, and was most amused at his listing, as she knew it had previously been different.
Silvyr of Ammangoan. Birth: 1 September, 35725. Aptitude: Water. Soul: Avatar. Death: Indeterminate.
"Rejoice, Silvyr. You have been chosen." Eigengrau stated, as she put away the Book of Fates. "You are the Avatar of Winter."