[ Visiting Alenroux is one of his periodic things, these days. Once conquered, his interest in the island had waned to a matter of maintaining it ( testing his Meridian-acquired spells; exploring; spitting in Zenith's eye about their tepid hold upon it, the usual ) and ensuring it did not completely fall out of Springstar's hands. The most interest he held in its continuity was twofold: Hayame had a home there, and relinquishing it would make their Tribune look weak. He was invested in both individuals, and thus continued to visit it.
Keeping abreast of Kenos's movements was, after all, something he was passionate about.
Landing by Alenroux's Cornerstone was one matter. Locating Hayame's home was the second. Using her landmarks and guidance, he travels the distance necessary to locate the place she had finally, finally come to rest in. A place worthy of her weapons, of her work, of her. Were he to continue finding her in the stables, the insult to his own status would only grow. What manner of god would permit his greatest of warriors to reside in a place unsuitable for her, after all? It was wrong, to him. To think that she was bidden to live in a place designed for horses. Not a jinba, not a woman like her. ]
Hayame!
[ He calls to her, once he sees her. A figure who takes to Alenroux in the shape of her people, sands folded over and over into a facsimile of flesh and limb. The streaming red of his tail and the manic, prissy trot of his hooves approach — his arms thrown wide and inviting. ( His mood always seems so bright, when his shape mirrors hers. The deep appreciation he has for her innate power, her speed and the freedom to run is beyond measure. ) ]
You are not wrong, by the way. Good soil and water are vital for crops. Knowing how to attend their boughs and roots are equally important, I have found. While I am not a god of arable land, I have studied up on what knowledge I did have. [ What he knew of, due to Osiris and Isis. ] And, one of my Meridian-granted spells enhances the health of plant life. I have used it all throughout Alenroux, and now, it is for you.
[ Which means! ]
So, put thoughts of price from your head! Just tend to my Discord afterwards.
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Keeping abreast of Kenos's movements was, after all, something he was passionate about.
Landing by Alenroux's Cornerstone was one matter. Locating Hayame's home was the second. Using her landmarks and guidance, he travels the distance necessary to locate the place she had finally, finally come to rest in. A place worthy of her weapons, of her work, of her. Were he to continue finding her in the stables, the insult to his own status would only grow. What manner of god would permit his greatest of warriors to reside in a place unsuitable for her, after all? It was wrong, to him. To think that she was bidden to live in a place designed for horses. Not a jinba, not a woman like her. ]
Hayame!
[ He calls to her, once he sees her. A figure who takes to Alenroux in the shape of her people, sands folded over and over into a facsimile of flesh and limb. The streaming red of his tail and the manic, prissy trot of his hooves approach — his arms thrown wide and inviting. ( His mood always seems so bright, when his shape mirrors hers. The deep appreciation he has for her innate power, her speed and the freedom to run is beyond measure. ) ]
You are not wrong, by the way. Good soil and water are vital for crops. Knowing how to attend their boughs and roots are equally important, I have found. While I am not a god of arable land, I have studied up on what knowledge I did have. [ What he knew of, due to Osiris and Isis. ] And, one of my Meridian-granted spells enhances the health of plant life. I have used it all throughout Alenroux, and now, it is for you.
[ Which means! ]
So, put thoughts of price from your head! Just tend to my Discord afterwards.