Something called him away, as it often did.

He had spent much time with Ranjiri over the season, wandering the red ribbon of shore that stood between the sea and her desert home, and even getting to meet and know some of the wanderer’s native to that region during his stay. However, it was not to say that he had been eternally at her side (though he is not so sure he would mind that, a thought that comes to him like the slow roll of a lukewarm wave over his awareness, a strange and strikingly true notion for a man such as himself); he had often wandered away, as had she, each drawn by their own tasks or thoughts as individuals often are.

She also had a rank now, he thinks with a smile, pleased that he had a friend who could understand the peace to be found in creation, as he did.

His cheerful or simply warm and silent company was absent this morning, gone somewhere for a brief while to do whatever it was she did when alone. He didn’t really ask – she never seemed to bother him about what he did on his own, unless he was to count when it randomly occurred in conversation. His solitude, as it often did, leads him deep into his thoughts, so deep that he almost doesn’t notice as he comes upon the little bridge, and across its expanse, the God and those who have already gathered to meet him.

While some may look around for those they know, or awkwardly stand along the outskirts of the gathering to gawk at the titanic lord of mountains, rivers, oceans, hills, caverns, the Earth, Dragomir feels his blue eyes focus upon the Divine with all the rapture of the faithful, stolen away by the power radiating from the only God that the young man has ever really been this close to in all his life. His long steps carry him towards the God, his pale eyes oblivious to the delightful, wild land behind the russet tones of the Divine for the time being as he approaches.

He had never met the Moon, not while he lived in the World’s Edge, but he had met this one. He had even, once, made the God a pendant of glass, in honor of his creation, Helovia. Better still, the boy is numb to the notion that other Gods are likely to assault them in this meeting, the warnings of his friends and the blisters which ooze and glisten along his back, marks of the first struggle fought in a red forest he has never seen, silent.

All he feels is the strange, overwhelming rapture that fills him in the presence of the one who made everything they saw. It allows him to overcome the urge to avoid the others who amass here, it allows him to walk among them, even, without a single tremor of his usually wavering heart.

"Lord Earth," he says, deep voice rumbling throatily, bowing with one leg raised and the other reaching long so that his forward end is low and neck arched, muzzle gently tousling the loose dirt it hovers some millimeters away from.

But, as he bows, standing alongside some winged creature in cloth and armor (she’s so pretty, he thinks, ironically), some sharp voice draws him back up, his tall and awkward frame quite swiftly rising for all its graceless bulk, his head swiveling to let his crystalline eyes fall on the strangest creature he has ever seen.

His head balks upwards, his eyes broaden, and his nostrils curve in deep inhalations, dark rimmed ears splaying aside as he wonders what in Aarde’s green fields that is, and why it feels it may speak so crassly to a Divine that has done nothing to her (he thinks it is female anyway). While no words make it to his lips – he’s more sensible than some, and knows arguing won’t do any good – he does continue to glare at her from his distance, disliking her tone, and making that apparent but the glower set to his brows.

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[ OOC: He walks up, bows to the Earth God not far from Isopia, and then looks hatefully at Aquila for being snoody to Earth. xD ]