Triton had really outdone himself. Even though Amaterasu had watched things come together from the start, the end result was still staggering and left even one such as her awed with the final product. There were so many new faces, only one or two she even knew, but she bumped gracefully through the crowd, squeezing Triteia's hand in passing, tucking her arm in Triton's as she chided him if she saw that he was trying to be in too many places at once.
Her own contribution hung within one of the rooms, a large screen of delicately hand painted silk, bits and pieces of what she had picked up from Triton, his memories and anything else she could find. She wished that it could have been more, but it was hard to hold onto her regret as her eyes wandered over piece after piece, paintings and statues and so many lovely things in once place.