The Glacian's place among the Six lies opposite that of the Infernian, Ifrit.
A scoff escaped the Glacian's chilly lips in the course of having to see to the safety of the mortals on Eos. She watched them from a distance in nearby mountains. Not only did she deride them for their very existence; in that moment, she spotted a male and female mortal expressing what seemed to be affection towards one another. This only left a sullen taste in her mouth as their lips locked together during their embrace. Watching these gestures almost tempted Shiva to blast some flurries in their direction.
While raising her scepter to go through with her minute intrusion, a striking bolt was inflicted onto her wrist. She hissed and turned toward the source of the painful but undamaging zap.
The Stormsender hovered next to her with a furrowed brow.
"Feeling trifling today, are we, Frostbearer?" he appraised, carrying an amused look on his aged visage. "I do wish for you to lastly strive to at least see some benefit in granting the humans your gift of snow and ice."
With a snarl, Shiva rubbed her now-sore wrist tenderly for a moment before she stood up straight.
"I see no point in assisting them," she dismissed, "They perish far too often, indisputably. They are spineless with fleeting existence." As she spoke to Ramuh, the Ice Goddess winced as she observed the same mortal couple from before now dancing to a soundless song, with his arms wrapped around her waist, her hand caressing his cheek. Disgust was all she could feel for the tiny humans.
"The Infernian carries undaunted optimism towards them," Ramuh offered, "even with their fleeting lives, Frostbearer, they are not insolent. They are acquainted with their mortality, if not humbled by it." He tapped his staff fondly.
With the mentioning of Ifrit, another sour taste presented itself in the Glacian's mouth. "He is vexing with his idealism of embracing those fragile creatures," she huffed and clutched her scepter tightly, careful not to break it in her resentment. "What brings you here, Stormsender?"
A smile lit up his archaic eyes prior to making a rejoinder as he also viewed the humans below them, "I was beseeched to descry you, by the Pyreburner himself."
Shiva suppressed another scoff, replacing it with a prolonged inhale of the chill air that surrounded her continually. On her exhale, frost took flight from her breath, traveling to the village just near the mountains the two Astrals lingered on. The couple shivered from the abrupt cold that now pervaded the area, much to the Glacian's mirth and all abandon.
"And why is that ignoramus conveying you? Have you not any lands to preserve as well?"
"It is only for a flying moment that I will be here," Ramuh guaranteed, "I simply request you permit the Pyreburner to show you the ultimate potential of mortals. They would value your granting substantially. You would be revered, as the variant Astrals are."
As these words were uttered, the God of Storm disappeared into thin air before she could declare any protest.
"Cursed Pyreburner and his buoyancy," Shiva growled as she blew more of her almost-deathly chill at the humans beneath her. Seeing their reactions to her iciness incurred a small chuckle from the goddess, until she grew bored of fiddling around with the foolish creatures.
She traveled to Solheim, the land the Six were obligated to keep a close eye on due to the worship given to most of them by the people. Settling once more in the mountains nearby, snow began appearing all around the area, the humans in the nation emerging from their homes and work bundled up.
None of them froze to death from her chill wind, thanks to the coats they had made themselves.
Wretched, the Glacian thought to herself. At least they somewhat have perception.
Her dreadful interior monologue was suspended by that loathsome voice she had abandoned at the Hall earlier.
"You seem intrigued by these 'delusional' creatures, Frostbearer," Ifrit sneered before kneeling next to her. Shiva rolled her eyes before turning to glance at him.
"They offer nothing," she argued in a flat tone, "but they are not unabridged simpletons," she said the latter in a softer voice.
She was lost in contemplation until she felt his heat draw closer to her. She focused her gaze upward, met with his outstretched hand waiting patiently for hers.
"Accede to joining me in beholding them," Ifrit's timbre rumbled in his chest.
Obstruction is nonsensical, isn't it.
"Very well," the Glacian murmured, gingerly placing her freezing hand in his toasty one.
A smirk rolled itself onto the Infernian's lips before they dissipated, traveling to Bahamut-knows-where.
