His brows rise slightly at the desert stallion’s voiced disbelief of the gods— though he fully understands from where he is speaking. In Dorobo, his homeland of plains, the gods had long ago been silenced by blasphemy and murdered by greed. Only half-forgotten tales and a few leftover festivals remained as memories of their existence. But Helovia was an entirely different story.
But, before he could part his lips to correct the chuckling man, his tiny pearl counterpart was bristling and ranting, tiny nostrils flaring in ferocious anger— which still shone through her small, lanky form and scattered, raised flight feathers. Carefully, he pressed his lips in a straight line, only the corners of lips turning up as he fights the smile that threatens to break into a rumbling laugh. Though his eyes twinkle as he glances at the the stallion, silently saying “Now you’ve done it.”
Though his amusement was wiped from his face, ears tilting backwards as tears fill Erthe’s eyes after stomping her hoof. “Erthe, take care with your legs!” His useless words rumble without thought (of course she took care with her legs— they hurt, after all), and his giant head was dropping to try and gently nuzzle the raised limb.
Satisfied that she had not done any permanent damage (at least that he could ascertain), his gaze shifts back to Hesperos, the slightest twinkle returning to his cobalt eyes. “I’m afraid Erthe is right. You owe our patron Lady Moon an apology, my good man, for she is very real. And her ability to smite is far beyond a mere ‘specter,’” his voice danced with amusement.
@Hesperos sorry for my delay!