"Oh gods, no. Don't tell me you brought Tayla into this." She chuckled to herself, something I'd found her doing often. "You didn't think that I'd let Amira get her happy ending again, did you?" I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean, again?" A knock sounded at the door. "All in due time, my love." Morana rushed to the door and greeted Amira with a hug. "I'm so glad that you decided to come, dear sister! Please, do come in. You must be Tayla!" At my daughter's name, I ran into the bedroom, hoping I wasn't seen. "So, Morana, where's this 'love of your life?' I'd love to meet the man who convinced you to apologize after all these years." My wife's voice asked hostilly. "He's in the bedroom. Let me go get him. Tayla, sweetie, why don't you go play out back?" I then heard little footsteps accompanied by large ones. Morana appeared in the doorway. "So you do have a heart. Thank you."
"Anytime. Now come see your wife." Morana dragged me out of the bed and into the living room. Amira gasps in shock. "Rolquin..? How could you? And with my sister, no less?" a tear rolled down her cheek. "I never meant for this to happen." I reply feebly. "That's no excuse. You're lucky that I'm more mad at Morana than you right now." Amira then turned to Morana, sobbing. "Morana, why must you always make a point of tearing open old wounds? We were fine with our separate lives. I was finally starting to be happy again."
"That's why, Amira! Because you don't deserve to be happy after what you did to me!" Amira rolled her eyes. "We were TWELVE, Morana! Get over it! He was too old for you anyway!" Morana scoffed. "Oh, so he wasn't too old for you? We're twins, genius!" At this point, Amira was impossible to understand, and Morana was almost literally steaming [Kids, to avoid things like this, please don't disown your siblings until you're at least in your twenties]. I figured I wasn't helping the situation, so I decided to give them some space and slunk out the front door.
It was a good thing that I did, too. Because guess who was sauntering down the road? The three that made me come to town in the first place. "Excuse me, your highnesses!" I yelled as I ran down the street after them. Asmara, the only woman of the three, heard my calls and stopped the others to wait for me. "Which of you is Irozi, the sky god?" The god in the middle nodded. He had surprisingly long, silver hair, and what you kids would call a "surfer's body" nowadays. "I'm terribly sorry to disturb your stroll, your highnesses, but I have a request." Honua, the earth god, raised his eyebrows. "What is your request, mortal?"
"Well, your highness, I was talking with the seasons a few months ago, and they said that they were in need of a break. Especially Winter. Six months isn't a very long break, especially after such a long reign. So, I was thinking, what if we made a longer season in between spring and fall? I'm sure that Winter would fall for anyone who was able to give her the much needed r&r time." Honua skeptically opened his mouth, but Irozi cut him off. "I'm sure I could make that happen! Do you have any ideas on what this new season would be like?" I grinned, knowing that my plan was working. You see, children, it was fairly common knowledge among us mortals that Irozi had had a crush on Winter for a long time.
"I've had lots of time to think about it while waiting for you three, and I've decided on a warm season called 'Summer.'It's warmer than spring, and there would be an extra abundance of bees. I know that fact would normally be a drawback, but more bees means more flowers, and I know that Winter loves flowers. The sun would be up for longer during the day, creating a 'summer solstice' and a 'winter solstice.' The summer solstice would be the longest day of the year, and the winter solstice would be the shortest, giving Winter even more time to rest! What do you say?"
"Irozi, I don't think this is a goo-" Asmara started, but Irozi just agreed with an eager, "Yes! I take it that you would become Summer, seeing as it was your idea?" Asmara and Honua glared at Irozi, knowing that he had been tricked, but they stayed silent. Once a god agreed to something, he couldn't take it back. He could, however, punish the mortal. I was grateful that they didn't tell Irozi. If only I knew. "I suppose I would become Summer, wouldn't I?" Irozi nodded excitedly. "I now pronounce you God of Summer! You must make sure to be on time with the season changes, keep your temperatures fairly consistent, and please don't kill all the mortals, while you're at it. It would be terribly boring without them to mess with. Have fun with your immortality!"
