Unlike his wife, Koshiro didn't require foresight of what had transpired. It was more an inevitable motion of events that his father, Uathotho, had pointed out. It was a sad chain of events because even though it was within the nature of what these beings were perhaps considered savage or unpredictable to the outsider who with all honesty didn't deserve knowledge of the voids. Koshiro had lived as an Espra among these people, at one time he had even considered Airwin or Tetsuya or whatever guise that being was under, a friend. The course of passage and progression took even the closest of kin on different paths. At one point Koshiro had even considered his former friend an exception to what had become a blight on the Norian people, he had since consumed those words bitterly and washed them down with wine and did so again as he lifted the glass designated as his. His glossy dark eyes met his wife's as he said quietly, "I find comfort in the fact we now harness the scourge of the Craethel and Quell, I consider them oddly as victimized as these herded souls before us. Playthings by misguided former outer minds that now sit upon my shelf moaning from their orbs about how they wish they could have done it all differently." It was perhaps the first time he had mentioned much of the data from his studies as he disassembled and reassembled the construct of what creation claimed as gods, they had become pathetic after their short ascension to greatness and piddled in the games of child races and unfortunately became the sirens which led all to not an honorable destruction but a senseless one. There was a difference between those harvested, between those who fought for ideals of their own, and those who dangled from the threads they thought were faith. After all, this festival before them had really been designed for the indulgence of Unya. Her likeness was replaced by their son and soldiers for beings of greater capacity, for Koshiro failed to even recognize them as gods, after all, they were something to be surpassed.
Koshiro didn't find much surprise in the origin of the wine, familiar upon his tongue. It gave him a sort of reassurance that his son would enjoy the comforts of home they had brought to indulge him before the next march. He paused for a moment to do the same as Xytrinah, merely through action, not words. He nodded in approval to his son, thankful for those precious moments of enjoyment and hospitality they were used to at home. After all, there is no place like it. Perhaps the boring painted skies of Ayenee would soon see a new scene, behind a much older and more confusing tapestry, however.
With war and the rumor of war came the pangs of preparation. It was without any doubt that already some within the world that bore the name of a Federation already within their clutch prepared to greet the coming tempest. Agents of the old plague circulated within the crypts of Yorkshire and other places - even the back alleys of Ayenee Captial City. To those who felt it, they were calling the summons had been made and hurried desperate calls for arms were but a foil ball for the waiting claws of a wiser and more dignified cat. Even Koshiro was tempted to take a swipe to scatter the rats back into their nests but he left that for their son, it was his time now but they undoubtedly supported him. Xytrinah made her workings within her former realms and he had already begun to prepare the gift that would bring a further advantage to the mass of Minjun's forces. Perhaps in addition to that intended gift of "support personnel", he could by facilitating the first deep scratch upon the Elysium world, a perhaps more volatile entry like a rift that would help to sustain those who required the comfort of at least the void itself, a reason most of the elite stayed within the confines and sent minions rather than appearing themselves. Neither Koshiro nor Xytrinah could ever find time to become bound to a symbolic throne, there was always something afoot even within the eclipses of dead suns in the voids. The fallout from their son's sacrifice of Bathosar to the Star Army and remnants of Airwin's following was somewhat of a laughable offense almost like comedy needed to be attached to the expected death of a weakening entity.
When Xytrinah mentioned the festival itself he could not hold back the snicker of amusement, "Well I believe it is originally a celebration of winter and devotion to the builders. Obviously, our son has made them consider a different riff upon the old revelations and introduced them to something more palatable or perhaps to some a marinade for the feast. I can see he has gathered those he wants, and those he's influenced and already they are within the clutches of influence." He had great humor in his insult to the foundation of the Norian faith. Thankfully those who had come to them before and now were citizens had long since shed the hopeless lies of a faith undeserved. These revelers were somewhat known though, Koshiro couldn't help but add, "Would be interested to reveal to them Unya's weak pleas from within her confinement, praise her holiness indeed. Much like the Espra who had bought into her false promises, she is but a tea bag to be steeped for a later brew." At least he and his wife shared a similar view of that 'pantheon'.
No further adieux though Koshiro merely motioned skyward in the reveal of his gift. A transport vessel breached the canopy of the dark hanging clouds and lit the sky and its vapors with bioluminescence and brilliance in an eerie illumination upon the pillows which looked so white from space in the day. The transports engines roared as it moved to set down on the outskirts of Surrune, but not before the flyover which revealed the crimson and black uniforms of Koshiros own Niha-Oguaclat, former humanoid representatives of the chao within the Umarians now dedicated as marines and honor guard to the Emperor. A legion strong of over ten thousand would be there at the ready to join his son's endeavor. "Let this world tremble at your name son, and we will send you the support you need. Surely the Senate can be swayed should they complain, consider this the affirmation of the permission I promised. Let this be another seed within what you sow at beginning of this harvest. This time let it be something lasting so that this world forgets not its rightful rulers," he said, the gift delivered from above. A mere drop in the bucket to the abundant resources and wealth brought by his wife in the same generous offering. Koshiro rarely showed such blatant membership to his military entourages but this was special, a gift from parents to an heir.
Koshiro moved a step closer to his wife, tipped the rim of his glass to the edge of hers, and toasted, "To you our son, we are here to celebrate you and your victories to come." He said it loud enough to ensure any of their heir's staff could hear just in case any of the more sneaky patrons of the darkness attempted to act upon ambition or false assumption, not that he believed they ever had a chance to dethrone their son. He took time then, eyes meeting Xytrinah's as he spoke a little more quietly, "To you my love, for to have you here with us is truly a gift in itself." Such solemn and intimate words revealed the opulent treasure that was the bond between him and his spouse and the fact that the spark between them only gleamed brighter as the years marched onward, or rather through the progressions of forces even beyond time itself, for where they were from it was a much different concept.
MinjunThe crowned Prince observed and adored the words of his parents, the treasures and luxuries of home brought forward from riches to the very generous gift of soldiers from his father. It was a confirmation for the young man that his parents had given to his cause, and believed in what he was there to do. He raised his own glass as his father toasted to him, and then to his mother. Minjun said to his mother specifically, "I look forwards to placing some of the artifacts and treasures within the halls of Castle Ayenee or even within a tower in the Captial City. I wish to see your reaction then when our banners fly from the poles of this world and the sky forever dips towards the beauty of luminaries," it was almost like a promise, but more of a pledge that he was confident in his direction. His eyes remained on his mother as his father complimented her. He could only wish that someday he would find someone who complimented him as they did each other. It was a hard ask when the universe seemed it humor to present whore after whore, perhaps those were good enough for Airwin but not good enough for him.
Minjun looked up as the ship burned overhead and passed, it was just the kind of boost that was needed. After the ease of Surrune's crumble back into his palm to be remolded it allowed for the next steps in claiming the world of Ayenee to be bold. "Thank you both for your presence, even as your son I am honored at each audience I get. I know with the politics and games afoot at home it is never an ideal time to depart, but truly I am moved by your attendance," he said with hope that the trip would be worth their while and he would host them for as long as they wanted, even though the test and trials to come as a world that was once a primal landscape was shaken in hopes of wakening it from its slumber. "Tell me of news of what I have missed, what whispers do the entities of Senate have of all this?" He knew his mother would surely have an interesting take on the political nuances of what was very much still a Umarian system with added expansions and cultural complications of course. The Empire had absorbed many within their collection by now, state after state assimilated and bathed in a new flood of loyalty.