Valeria stepped back, folding her arms. She and the rest of the pantheon remained silent, officially ceding the floor to the next generation. She knew that they were capable enough, and her godly beast husbands knew so as well. The three children had been growing up so well, Valeria thought fondly, a rush of motherly affection flowing through her heart. She was incredibly proud of her children, and she was not shy about it at all. She eyed Caspian thoughtfully... perhaps it was time to bring another little one into their lives. She had promised each of her husbands at least one child, after all. She shook her head slightly, getting her focus back to the room, and looked at Zenith, the little genius.
Zenith immediately took the initiative. The seven-year-old stood up, waving his pale hand to expand his green spreadsheet into a massive, three-dimensional blueprint of the northern fields.
