Rikyn

I know some of them, I think to myself, arriving into the clearing that the shout had come from with salt water still dripping down my sides in slow trickles.

What a shout, too. I’d heard it clear across the sea, and told Duir, for the first time since we had bonded, to remain there without me. I figured that I could easily swim to the jungle islands, but the young buck made me worry about whether or not I’d make it after all. Though it pissed him off (still pisses him off, actually, if the emotional tether between us is as reliable as it’s always been), I found myself quite intrigued by the scene playing out before; it only seems to further Duir’s anger on the distant shore, however, as he is not privy to the scene himself.

Erebos is here, I notice almost immediately. My boy’s heart makes a pang of longing to go stand alongside him mere seconds before it clenches back into itself. Did he know that his father had attacked me, for practicing my skills on an unsuspecting Sialia? Did he… was he mad at me, too?

Like a damp cat I move, instead, among the outliers in the gathering, folks like Volterra and the unknown women who stand alongside him, though not necessarily with them. I do so hoping that both Erebos and the pure white gnat named Erthë don’t see me, but really, at this point, my main focus is on the… thing.

Others begin to chatter at the deeply voiced sea creature (which seems to male) as Helovian’s are apt to do in situations like this. Too friendly for their own good, I sometimes wonder if a few of these trollops would express cordiality to a pack of snarling wolves. I, on the other hoof, watch with reservation, albeit a great interest.

Something about the peculiar, scaly fellow oozes power, which, of course, commands a certain level of respect. Having met a good number of Gods in my lifetime, I certainly don’t necessarily expect him to be one, so much as I… suspect. This leaves only one question, really: was he welcome here, or would he be yet another body felled by the hooves of Helovia, and its Gods?

[ OOC: Does his best to avoid Erebos and Erthe, admires Volterra and his collection of ladies, and proceeds to stare with great (albeit wary) interest at the powerful stranger. ]