Bronwyn sits slump, watching the sea from her old viewing point in a recreation of Greenbay.
"You okay there Bron?" ask Evalyn as she strides up to her newest sisters.
"I don't deserve this," says Bronwyn as she doesn't bother looking up at her great-great-grandmother turned sister.
"Are you still upset over your punishment?" inquires Evalyn as she sits down next to the Goddess of Beauty.
"Upset?" repeats Bronwyn with a bitter bark of laughter, "No, I understand I got was coming to me. I deserved to be trapped in there, paying for betraying the People like I did. They trusted me and I betrayed them."
"It wasn't that bad," argues Evalyn, "You had a bad motive, but in the end, your actions were for the best. Anyway, you couldn't have done it without me or Wyrn. We both got punished as well."
"But you both deserved to be goddesses," protests Bronwyn, "I sinned and was punished and then I got made a goddess. I don't deserve this power. I'm not worthy of it and I haven't earnt it. Urth take me, I should still be stuck in my body, trapped within that marble form.
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"What are you up to Mum?" asks Wyrn as she strides up to her mother.
"I am just watching the living to ensure that my lessons have taken hold and have not forgotten," answers Arthryn, "While I do not like to intervene and prefer to let others make their own choices, this situation is mostly caused by my own actions and I feel the obligated to help deal with it."
"Making sure that the spells you wished into the dreams of your priestesses actually take hold and spread eh?" says Wyrn, "Let me know if you want any help with that. I'm always happy to a girl out with their mountains. Speaking of which…"
"No Wyrn," states Arthryn firmly, cutting off her daughter, "As always the answer is no."
"Come on, the rest of us have mountains while you only have hills!" protests Wyrn.
"Because All-Seeress doesn't care while Bronwyn likes her beauty and so does Evalyn," answers Arthryn, "Ymarn promised to go along with it for a few centuries while you just don't want to admit that you are wrong."
"I completely knew what I was doing," argues Wyrn, "Mum, you just need to get someone to climb your submit."
"Wyrn!" exclaims Arthryn.
"But seriously, I got a little situation to deal with," continues Wyrn, "Now I could deal with it completely on my own, but as I said, you could do with someone climbing your submit. We all know that you don't get your mount-no they wait they are hills-your hills climbed enough."
"What is your situation?" asks Arthryn, ignoring the rest of her daughter's antics for she is used to them at this point.
"I got a potentially tragic outcome that I want to turn into a happy ending," explains Wyrn, "You see, there is this Maradysh girl who is into girls, but her family won't allow that as they want to marry off to the son of one of the more important families in a neighbouring village. Since she will won't be able to have proper love for as long as she lives amongst the Maradysh so I got a plan to get her to live amongst the Arthwyd. She will even get a lover out of it."
"Go on," says Arthryn, deciding that this is one of Wyrn's good deeds rather than another of her pranks, "Love and freedom is something that everyone deserves to have."
"So here is my plan. One of us will go and climb her submit through she hasn't go much of one lacking your blessing and all that. Then I will go and make her realise that she will be better off in the Arthwyd as she will be allowed to be with a female lover. She will then flee north where she will run into a Cateye who is also gay and of a similar age that I will direct south. The Cateye will take the girl back to the Arthwyd with her and if I am not wrong about the, they will naturally fall in love with one another."
"That is a solid plan," agrees Arthryn, "I shall take part in it."
"But only if you have mountains and not hills," insists Wyrn, "Otherwise I'll do it myself rather than have you not give the poor girl as much as a good time as she could have."
"I will increase my figure for the night," promises Arthryn, barely refraining from rolling her eyes.
"Sweet," says Wyrn with a grin on her face, "Want to check up on the others? Bron still feeling a little uncertain."
"I should go and reassure her then," declares Arthryn.
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Bronwyn lets out a yelp as Arthryn embraces her as the eldest goddess grips her newest daughter in a firm hug.
"Bronwyn, despite punishing you for your sin, I love you as my daughter as much as any of the others," says Arthryn to the youngest member of the pantheon.
"I don't deserve it," protests Bronwyn, "I haven't earnt this."
"She is still feeling like she is unworthy of being part of our family," explains Evalyn and Arthryn gives her other daughter a glance, "She is still getting caught up on the whole being stuck in a future for a few winters even through both myself and Wyrn were punished alongside her."
"I am a sinner, punished by Arthryn herself!" exclaims Bronwyn, seemingly obvious to that fact that Arthryn herself is currently giving her a hug, "I don't deserve to be a goddess!"
"Bronwyn," states Arthryn firmly and draws the full attention of the youngest goddess, "You did something wrong and I had to punish you for it. But you had your punishment and it is over. You have learnt your lesson and we both know you will not repeat your sin again.
You are now the Goddess of Beauty, Love and Repentance. You are beautiful, providing a wonderous appearance to the world and patron of beauty and pretty appearances. You both showed much love to the People while you were Cadlon and received in return. You know both how to love your community, your family and your lovers and can guide the People to be like you.
And finally, you committed a sin, but have successfully repented for it. You accepted your punishment, understand what you did wrong and shall not do it again because you know that it is wrong. You will an example to the People on how one can sin and then make amends for it."
Arthryn pauses for a moment as she gives Bronwyn a chance to take in her words before continuing again.
"Your sister Wyrn has yet to acknowledge her wrongdoing and would do something else like it again," continues Arthryn, "So while her punishment has ended, she has not learnt from it like you have.
Bronwyn, you were an excellent Cadlon and a good ruler. With one exception, you did your best to serve the People. You brought the People and the Maradysh back together and overturned past bad relationships. You managed to convince the majority of the Maradysh to serve me and your sisters. I and many others would happy call you the greatest Cadlon to have lived."
"I would agree that you have been the best Cadlon so far," adds Evalyn, "I might have fought back the enemies of the People, but outside of waging war, I wasn't that good a Cadlon. If I had to reign in a time of peace like you, I doubt I would have done nearly as well."
"Bronwyn, it might have been Wyrn who spread the tales need to let you gain the power to become a goddesses," says Arthryn, "But if I did not want you as my daughter or considered you unworthy of being a goddess, I would have stepped in and make my thoughts known. You are my daughter because I am willingly calling you so and if I wasn't, I would let all of the People know regardless of whatever my eldest desired.
You are my daughter, the Goddess of Beauty, Love and Repentance. Be an example to the People as to how they can redeem themselves upon sinning they will evitable do so sooner or later. Guide the People on how to bring love and beauty into the world for doing so makes it a better place."
"But you punished me," whispers Bronwyn, "I was bad enough to deserve death, slay by Arthryn's own-your own hand."
"Everyone makes mistakes," Arthryn reassures her, "Even me. While you needed to be punished, I would have done so differently in hindsight. Rather than take you into the Afterlife, I should have let your body return to flesh and blood. Maybe even give you back the years who would have missed if you had repented like you did.
But what is done is done. We cannot change the past and we can only try to make the future better. You feel you don't deserve your power because you sinned. Well, you have this power now and here you are bemoaning that. Whether you feel that you deserve to be one of my daughters or not, you are now a Goddess. The People are depending on you. Is refusing to wield your power and choosing to mope instead really in their best interests? You regret failing to do your duty once, but here you are, on the verge of making that mistake again."
Arthryn releases Bronwyn as her youngest daughter looks up at her.
"If it proves necessary to show how I don't hold your sin against you, I will spend time in a statue myself," Arthryn tells Bronwyn, "But for you, the People need you Bronwyn. Be a Goddess and guide them to greatness."