Wheeling Gull Isle keep a weather eye on the horizon

“That does not mean that he will not be crowned such. He has already sown the seeds of it by calling the others to him,” Would he have been a few minutes earlier it could have been him making the summoning call but the opportunity had slipped from betwixt his jaws and now he is left with his decision and it’s consequences. There is nothing that says that it was the right decision, nor necessarily the wrong one. Only time would tell what becomes of it. It is all an uncertainty and regardless of what will happen Axolotl is prepared to hold his ground until he is chased from the Isle, if that is what is to become of them. From there …well if that possibility came to pass he would figure it out. One door closes and another one opens, as they say, but he turns thoughts away from it for now, wishing, instead, to focus upon things more pleasant.

There is a slight swell of (pleasant!) surprise as Maera allows him the touch. Axolotl revels in it, breathing in her scent until she overwhelms all of his senses and the world beyond them melts away. Her own nose touches the ticks upon his cheek — the very marks that gave him his name — and traces a tantalizing line that causes a shiver to ripple down his spine to the end of his muzzle, setting his nerves ablaze. “I must confess I’ve never felt like this for anyone before,” Though incredibly genuine the words are almost sheepish as they spill from betwixt his lips and he realizes that he is slightly embarrassed — not of his feelings, of course; but because he has little to no experience in the matters of the heart as to which he has more or less just admitted.

And while it is true that Axolotl loves Atlan it is not nearly the same kind of love as his the way he could (would?) love Maera. Atlan cannot feel love and thus cannot return it. The love one could have for a woman was not nearly the same as the love one could have for a deity. His feelings for Maera might have came in with a sudden and white hot abruptness but he does not foresee them going anywhere and should he be allowed to nurture them into their full potential and thinks that it has the potential to be the kind of love that wars were raged over, like Paris, Helen and the Trojan War that resulted because of the prince of Troy's love for her.