'Maybe I can do it if I put my back into it.' - Snow Patrol, Ways and Means
Byanei sat in her home, levitating just a few inches off the floor, thinking. She had gotten herself into a wonderful mess, but she was not the kind to even consider admitting the fact- so she was forced to find a way to get herself out of it before the White Council converged tomorrow night. It could only be so difficult- her sister was nearly a slave to the Welsh god of the Underworld. Had been ever since they met. Not that that excused any of it, but still, she shouldn't be. Ranistaka had been created, just as Byanei herself, and their five other sisters, by Lunasa, for whatever purposes the power-hungry goddess thought necessary. The battle against her had been a hard one, splitting the seven sisters as much as anything could.
Ironically enough, they had been on the same side, and back then, Ranistaka was quite content- even happy- with the idea of running the daily comings and goings of hell. But then, one vicious battle with Jesana, the second eldest, had banished her straight out of Avalon. Byanei had lost track of her after that. It was only after a relatively long passage of time that she had begun hearing about the exploits of a pair of Welsh lovers- by the names Macha and Arawn- who had declared themselves at war with the White Council and demanded entrance to the Gates. She had laughed, at first, until the rumors of their fighting reached something beyond what most war gods were claimed capable of. It was only after hearing one of the mortal soldiers complaining about 'not knowing which bloody blade to curse' that she made a point of trying to be at one of the battle grounds. And the man beside her!
There was no mistaking her sister in the flesh- there never had been. But the piece of artwork at her side had caused Byanei's blood to run cold. Then hot. She could still go into fits just thinking about the first time she had seen Arawn. And ever since that moment, she'd been determined to see him through the folly of trying to love her sister. But she had to be sensible... it was far more important to be on the good side of the Councils than that of her sister or her sister's lover.
So she'd come up with the plan that had saved their world.
Now Ranistaka had proved herself quite capable of outdoing her, again, and now she had to figure out a way to keep her ass out of trouble with the stronger goddess.
She was out of ideas- that was the problem.