This is nowhere that I've known

She'd missed Elma. Startlingly, concerningly much.

A god (goddess) is a very long-surviving being, and one that by its (her) very nature learns very soon how to make that long wait a friend.

They have very similar traits of masked impatience - excellently, skillfuly so, but blistering beneath the surface nonetheless. Frazzling, at roots and ends, when they're unsure of safety; when much more reckless decisions are being made; when good lives (and that's all of them) are at stake.

Elma's laughter is a solid echo in the starshine, adoring of each beautiful artifact Meyneth's studded for her in the wild.