The Gods' protection extends to all creatures here below—even to the mortals created in their image. They are feeble creatures leading fragile lives and clinging to foolish fancies. The Frostbearer scorns these visions of "hope" which melt like snow in the sun's light.

"Decrepit vessels of meat," The Hydrean hissed, her voice threaded with unrelenting detestation as her and the Glacian sauntered out of the Hall of the Six, "I fail to perceive the significance what the Draconian's reasoning behind our obligations to aid those creatures in their pursuit of prosperity."

She could not help but concur.

Shiva could only respond with a small shrug of her glassy shoulders, allowing Leviathan to continue her tangent about how trivial-minded humans were before they parted ways.

She glared ahead upon seeing the Infernian, who let out a hearty laugh at a joke the Fulgurian, Ramuh, had just made. Ifrit, unlike her, respected humans; especially for their strength of will, their drive to prevail. It was known he would eventually grant the mortals his flame, as he had observed them for a seemingly long time. Just like fire, he was persistent and overpowering. Shiva shook such thoughts away, silently chastising herself for even thinking about him. She was ice; indurate, unhalting.

He is a fool, she thought to herself. A fool with creed. These mindless beasts are delusional with fleeting lives and and hopeless dreams.

"Frostbearer!"

Shiva turned to be met by the warm gaze of Ifrit, who approached her with a smile. This only incited a grimace from the Frostbearer, who turned her head away from him. Was he there to preach, once more, his foolish fancies about those feeble creatures? She hoped not.

"Pyreburner," she said coolly, "if you have come to scorn me, I shall not have time for it. I reserve judgement."

His reaction was unexpected, it being another hearty laugh.

"Fret not, bewitching Glacian," he assured her, putting his heated hand on her arm. "I only ask for a moment alone with you. I only wish to show you something."

Bewitching? Charming.

"Something consisting of those creatures," she assumed, letting some ice around the area prick at Ifrit's hand on her arm. This drew a frown out of the Infernian, causing him to pull his hand away and inspect it.

"Obstinate as always," he narrowed his eyes at her. "You resent me for sharing my power with them. They are capable of conquering many feats, Frostbearer."

"They are delusional, Pyreburner," she argued, "They cling to nothing but hopes and dreams. Their lives are fugacious. I feel nothing but disdain for those puny beings." After saying that, she finally looked into his orange eyes, "And you are just as foolhardy as them." The Glacian then took off, headed back down to Eos and to the area she had been entrusted with.

The Infernian only shook his head and headed down not long after. Someday, he would warm her heart.