Qebhet was so pretty, and her dress was just as pretty as she was! She liked that they'd made a friend with a death god from another pantheon, and that her papa was from the Egyptian underworld. It made them similar, even though they were different.
"Thank you for joining us," Makaria smiled brightly at her. "It wouldn't be the same otherwise." She looked around the room at everything and felt the sheer presence of so many immortals.
She had never been among so many like this, not even in Ancient Greece. She had been the lone god on an island of ghosts, and to feel all these souls was almost overwhelming.
Makaria took a deep breath. "Should we get a drink? Do you think papa is here yet?"