Day or Night

Thanks for hopping in!

Pantaleimon, a consort from another branch of the sirens, had come peddling up behind him, and Spyro flashed him a welcoming glance. Unlike the white male, Spyro had always been quietly confident, though never cocky. He had been taught to respect the sirens, not to fear them. If they had manipulated him, he showed no signs of it, and Spyridon had become rather comfortable in his role among The Nereides. It was the only role he knew, after all, and anything else would have felt out of his comfort zone. Such was the case when he had been traveling from Hippo Tang Cove to Ankyra Sound.

"Φυσικά,"[1] Spyridon replied, taking a step back from the sandy bank of the small pool. It was just big enough that the both of them could have stood nose-to-tail and reached from one end to the other, but he didn't wish to crowd his brother. The Epivitoras shifted into a sit and observed Pan with interest.

[1]: Of course.