Pluto kept expecting thoughtless, feral beasts like ones he was used to studying in this form, driven merely by instinct without real minds of their own. He'd been surprised by those who seemed to have possession of a mortals mind, whose thoughts ran with ration and morals (or lack thereof). Despite the fact that he'd come here knowing others of The Pantheon (because there was only one, right?) were missing, he was so focused on finding his goddess that he never imagined he'd actually find...
Well, he wasn't sure.
The lady stood, turned to face him; another time, another place, another being, he might've been a little off-put by her eerie silence.... but magic recognized magic. He could not tell who she was, or where she was from, but there was a familiarity about her that sang songs of home deep in his soul and whispered the smells of seafoam and sunbaked sand. Even her eyes, he noted as he peered quietly back at her, were a pair of perfect pink pearls set into her pale pelage.
A small hum rumbled in his throat, so soft he wasn't sure if even he heard it or just felt the wave of sentimental nostalgia. Otherwise, he dared not ruin the pleasant moment, waiting instead for her to break the silence and a little taken aback when she did. The words less than the full on bow, but it spoke to a level of... mortality he didn't immediately suspect she had. Maybe he was reading too far into it, and she was simply as happy as he was to make contact with something bright and recognizable. Perhaps she just made him think too much of his home, and he didn't know her at all but one thing was sure, they both knew by the quiver of ambrosia running through their veins; she belonged with him in the most platonic, kin-like, 'we are the same' sort of way that family stayed in touch. Even if he never saw her again after this day... he would remember her, always, this electric moment that offered him a breath of life again. He hoped seeing him had uplifted her spirits as much as their meeting had, already, his.
The dark creature stepped carefully forward and, if she so allowed, fleetingly placed his nose against her crown.
Well, he wasn't sure.
The lady stood, turned to face him; another time, another place, another being, he might've been a little off-put by her eerie silence.... but magic recognized magic. He could not tell who she was, or where she was from, but there was a familiarity about her that sang songs of home deep in his soul and whispered the smells of seafoam and sunbaked sand. Even her eyes, he noted as he peered quietly back at her, were a pair of perfect pink pearls set into her pale pelage.
A small hum rumbled in his throat, so soft he wasn't sure if even he heard it or just felt the wave of sentimental nostalgia. Otherwise, he dared not ruin the pleasant moment, waiting instead for her to break the silence and a little taken aback when she did. The words less than the full on bow, but it spoke to a level of... mortality he didn't immediately suspect she had. Maybe he was reading too far into it, and she was simply as happy as he was to make contact with something bright and recognizable. Perhaps she just made him think too much of his home, and he didn't know her at all but one thing was sure, they both knew by the quiver of ambrosia running through their veins; she belonged with him in the most platonic, kin-like, 'we are the same' sort of way that family stayed in touch. Even if he never saw her again after this day... he would remember her, always, this electric moment that offered him a breath of life again. He hoped seeing him had uplifted her spirits as much as their meeting had, already, his.
The dark creature stepped carefully forward and, if she so allowed, fleetingly placed his nose against her crown.
You honor me, evgenikós kýknos,his voice tumbled softly between them,
It is simply nice to see someone... kindred, here.
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