Angela had heard of Gods acting out and she had seen many in her time but this was devastating. It was more like a hurt child throwing a temper. The goddess knew that Rhylana was gentle at least in her presence. Destruction was overtaking her and it was draining Angela to watch all the life that the fires were consuming.

So the red head acted. Her clergy spread out in the lands as large crystal structures were set up. They were strong and their magic destroyed the stars that fell from the skies. This left the goddess in a position but she was not about to fight her conclave sister. She found a seat in the Adeluna crystal structure. Her green eyes beginning to lose their peak shine. She was stronger than this.

At least the ash from all this could help restore the fields that were now being lost due to this tantrum. She reassured everyone and even held some crying children. A stranger's child was curled up in her lap. The child smelled of farm life but Angela paid no mind. She ran her fingers through matted hair and smoothed it out. "Hush child. Sleep I promise that while you are here under my protect I will never let anything happen to you." The child smiled at her.

That was the effect that she had on children. She was the Mother after all. Her very being radiated it as her aura. She was a bright light in these darkened times. Taking Trandafir she noticed a star hurling for the city off in the distance. She gave the staff a thrust and watched as the earth came up and ate the star whole puffing out smoke as it settled back down.

She sighed a bit and looked at the child. "See nothing to worry about. This time will pass."