She had been there on the tail end of whatever challenge this Kisamoa, she'd learned the name after lingering upon the sandy white beach and eavesdropping upon the chitter chatter as everyone dispersed back to their own homeland. Not again, she had declared and now her sons were born and she was once again fit and ready to go back to her duties. She wasted no time in making sure they were properly taken care of and safe before she departed toward the mainland to snoop around. Atreus wasn't exactly thrilled to be ousted into the air with her usual leap, the chick clung tightly to her overflowing locks of hair between his talons and beak. Once they were airborn and sailing, he uttered a grump riddled click and sent a mental jab that could earn a shrill laugh from his bonded.

Her trip was not in vain, it seemed. A gathering had appeared once more, and at the center of it was the water god, the Goddess of the Moon. Brows knitted together with concern and curiosity, she had heard about the tales of the Goddess and it was no small secret that most Helovian's held the lavender divine in a low, if not wary, regard. If the Moon Goddess was here, and whatever the Deep Sea Creature claimed to be was also present. It warranted her to descend upon the sands and join her fellow brothers and sisters of the Sands. Right forelimb sunk deep into the pristine white grands, followed by the rest of her curvaceous form.

Spotting familiar faces in the crowd, she strode forward until she came to a stop close to @Ampere, @Sohalia and @Maren. "Have they said anything?" She murmured, her odd coloured eyes pinned between the Moon and the other God. Atreus instead eyed the mares she had chosen to stand with, silently going over each individual one before he let out a chirp of his own in a friendly greeting, or as friendly of a greeting he could emit. Seemingly satisfied that he and Nephele were in good company, the lammergeier fluttered from his place upon her back and settled instead on her crest, his feet buried in her ample locks. There were other words on the tip of her tongue, but she curbed them in favor of a tense silence, surely those questions would be answered either by words from the pair or the swift spur into action should anything go amiss. Besides, her mind was currently being flooded by probing, questioning emotions and thoughts from the bird who busied himself with taking in each sight and sound, individual faces and then the Gods in front of them.

"I hope this is not a revisit to the rifts and the misery they brought with them." The comment is uttered with a sour, disgruntled tone.




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