Själ

The princess grinned happily at her knight in shining armor, pleased to find that his greeting was just as delighted as always. She had been worried, that day in the Forest, not just for @Zèklè but for their friendship - but the Mountain was far away and Själ was by his side, and if that wasn't indicative of their respective relationships to the stallion, then she didn't know what was. Besides, it was in her ear that the boy was whispering conspiratorially, and though the great din of voices surrounding them made it difficult to make out the words, she felt special all the same. Ansgar chirped cheerfully upon her back in a griffin's greeting, and then suddenly everything else came to a halt because the weird creature was speaking.

Kisamoa, cousin of the Earth God, king of the darkened depths of the sea. The girl's head tilted slightly to the side, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to reconcile this new knowledge with the information she had stored away on Helovian deities. There were four, this she knew well: the Earth, stoic and gentle; the Sun, passionate and fierce; the Moon, dark and conniving (if she hadn't known better, she'd have assumed the Moon to be her mother's patron); and the Spark, mischievous and flamboyant. Aside from that, the girl knew very little. The Time God, Master of Spark, had granted her mother dominion over the north once upon a time; the Moon Goddess, Mistress of Water, had murdered the Empress after her fall from grace.

How strange, she commented to Ansgar. Does this make Kisamoa a fifth god? Can gods even have relatives that aren't gods? Of course, she knew of the demigods and -goddesses, but somehow that seemed different. They were still mortal, as far as the girl knew, and they didn't have any special power, did they? But this creature, ruler of the land beneath the seas, was more than that. That he did not outright claim godhood mattered little to the princess; in her mind, he was already nearly on an equal pedestal with the rest of them.

She hadn't noticed @Erebos before, but when he spoke up to offer his assistance to the creature, the princess turned to crane her head around Zèklè's body to grin at him. In response to Zero's many queries, the girl merely shrugged, a blank look in her eyes. She hadn't the slightest clue what they all meant by the Black Land, and she was unwilling to speak up in front of both Zèklè and Erebos about her lack of knowledge. "We'll help, too," she spoke up then, raising her voice and hoping that Kisamoa would hear her. "Ansgar and I can help scout," she added to Zèklè, his infectious excitement bringing a grin to her face.

"Speak."
--Ansgar.--