Sun drenched by the light that constantly poured down from the heavens onto his youthful and growing body, Thèo made his way up the coast. Kisamoa had appeared here only a few days prior, didn't it make sense that he might still be around? The boy wanted the opportunity to ask if he didn't have more of that seaweed ... his twin had been gifted some, and he would like to know what it would be like to go swimming with him for longer durations than he could hold his breath. That, and Iskra hadn't gotten to come down with them - Thèo wanted to show him that underwater world too.
However the boy knew that the God was probably very busy, and even if he did have a free moment to spare, why would he share it with the the pale sun-child? The thought had originally made Thèo frown, but quickly he realized there might be another avenue he could take. Kisamoa had said that he needed help, right? Maybe if Thèo did the very, very best that he could, Kis would give him a piece of seaweed. The thought brought a smile to his lips and determination to his step.
Unknowingly, Thèo stumbled upon what might as well have been a family meeting. However the lineage he shared with the Godess of the Moon, @Mesec , and Isopia were still rather fuzzy to him. The two demi-gods were his aunt and uncle, weren't they? And the Moon .. she was his .. his.. he thought long and hard, but couldn't actually think up the relationship name. But it didn't matter. They were all family.
"Hello!" Thèo sheepishly grinned up at Mesec and Isopia, knowing that he was interrupting. "And hello-" Bright green eyes fell to the Goddess, and reverence coloured his tone. Oh sure, the moon and his grandfather, the Sun, had had their differences, but family was to be respected, right? "I'm your nephew. Aithniel's son. I have a brother too. Luther." He qualified, his gaze shifting back to Isopia and Mesec for a moment.
And then finally, "Hello Kisamoa! Thank you for letting us swim with you the other day." The boy beamed, secretly hoping he would ask them to swim again today.They were near the water after all.
mathèo
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
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