The Feast after the Flames
Annastarria stood, held out her arms and twirled, her eyes lighting and turning a warm gold. "Do you not see it, brothers? We are alive in this garden of plenty and there is no reason for us to ever seek to do harm on one another. Nor do we need to take that which is freely offered. A true alliance benefits all of us, our Realms, and our Children. What powers could prevail against four siblings bound together by common purpose?"
She laughed and spun around once more, her black skirt flaring around her. "A pantheon is what we shall be if all agree! We can bring others in and make ourselves unassailable from within and without. Our power, our realms combined?"
She held up her arms and laughed as a blue-purple shield flared into life on her right, a curved sword in her left. "Magic, skill in weapons, hunting, the crafting of Bloodsteel, fortune, misfortune? Who could stand against us with such powers? We would defend our Realms and Children together and bring prosperity to the World Tree."