Fortune was with Aarrook as he went to Aether, for Luna was away speaking to the other gods concerning the source of the plague. But her newly made guardians saw him flee to their mountains. He did not seem hostile, so they merely watched him from a distance. Aarrook was left undisturbed, but noticed.
Luna, meanwhile, followed Frandor’s information, and went to Alex’s creation, or the world of plates. It seemed that Alex was certainly connected somehow, for she found some of her elves dwelling in the deep forests, hiding from the bright light of the black sun in the shade of the canopy. Though there was also an alter there of grand architecture that provided some comfort to the elves pulled from their home. It seemed that the elves who prayed there had their fate become more favorable.
Though she was tempted to take back her elves, and send nightmares in retaliation of the plague, she was a goddess of peace, not of war. She calmed her anger, and decided to meet Alex with a cool head. There may yet be time for her wrath, but she would hear him out first.
“Alex. As you may know, a plague had struck my elves. Though many recovered, and the plague had been stopped, one fifth of their population still died.” Luna said to Alex, her voice cold. “Frandor has told me that you caused this plague, so I came here and found elves taken from Aether and hiding in your forest. If you are the cause of this, you have much to answer for. But I have decided to let you speak for yourself, rather than answering in kind immediately.”