It had been ages since Ichtasar had done anything she truly loved. Making worlds had become a pastime, and her so-called children had no need of her. How did she respond to this?

By getting more children, of course. Her shrines weren’t just places for her followers to worship, but also functioning orphanages, where worshippers paid no tithe, instead worshipping by rejoicing in the act of parentage, with orphaned children being raised by the community, rather than by a single set of parents.

Ichtasar had now started residing within the mortal realm, however. She left her divine glade to be with her children, choosing the most important shrine of hers to reside in. Her followers were ecstatic, and her new home had become the holiest of holy sites.

And so… To set an example, and revel in the joys of motherhood, she became the primary caretaker for each child in this shrine.

Ichtasar was in the primary area, being swarmed with children, some of them tugging at her legs, another climbing on her back, as she carried a pair of sleeping toddlers in her arms. *It was such a joy to be with these little ones… she didn’t have to think of these feuds with her brother, and she didn’t have to worry about anything happening that she couldn’t fix. She was one of the most powerful gods in all the realities she’d created, matched only by Minorok, and Noturath.

She continued striding, singing soothing tunes to the children, as they continued to stay around her, smiling sweetly at her. The way they were dressed, you’d never think they were orphans. She always made sure that they looked, and felt healthy. Abundance was natural with her, and that wouldn’t change any time soon…