When Selûne saw the Undead risking their lives just to watch the spectacle on the giant screen, she instantly stopped her endless complaining and laughed brightly.
"They really are perfect friends!"
In that respect, the Undead were truly more Elven than Elves... Though Corellon's descendants had inherited the Father of Elves' talent for gossip, Elves were not crazy enough to risk their lives just to watch a show.
Even knowing that the Undead dared to do this because they would not truly die, Shar, who understood their circumstances rather well, knew that dying once still hurt them badly.
Shar also enjoyed a spectacle, but never one that required her to sacrifice her own interests.
For once, the Lady of Night agreed with Selûne. "In that regard, you really are somewhat alike.
"Even if you have to smash your heads bloody, you still need to see whether someone is jumping off a cliff or falling into the sea."
Lathander, however, paid no attention to what Selûne and Shar were saying. He suddenly beat his wings and flew into the air, circling once before landing. "How strange! Why do I feel like the restraints on me have suddenly weakened?
"What happened? Don't tell me the one inside is Mystra?"
He seemed to think he was talking nonsense himself, so he burst out laughing.
Yet the instant silence from the two goddesses made him hesitate. "What does that mean?
"Surely it can't be Mystra?
"If she had the ability to toy with the Abyss and the mages, how could she have died in her own Divine Kingdom?"
"No, she definitely isn't in there," Selûne answered calmly. "Did you think Ao would not restrain us?
"We were merely wondering whether Mystra had finally decided to step forward.
"She might even be nearby, and she