Neverwinter Forest The man who's a dreamer and never takes leave

if okeanos had waited one week longer to depart, he could have been the one to deliver the news of ariel's death to mal, that final nail in the coffin (so to speak). but when okeanos had left, ariel had been alive and well and seemed happy. he opens his mouth, thinking to tell mal about his new siblings instead, and how, funnily, their birth ties him and okeanos together, both half-brothers, but thinks better of it.

instead he says, "your own pack? wow," because it seems to him to be an impressive thing to try to do on your own. okeanos, whose natural lack of ambitions were pretty well supported by elysium's emphasis on comunity over hierarchy, can't really conceive of what it'd be like. "d'you want to start it here?" he asks, and there's a hidden question in the edge of his words, a question he isn't sure how to put outloud when this -- whatever it is -- between them is still so fragile and, frankly, possibly entirely conjured from okeanos' end. that mal has not sent him off into the woods does not mean he is somehow in mal's good graces; he knows this. still... still. it's gotta count for something, right, the reduced sting of mal's words. he watches for mal to pick up on it, though he finds himself hoping that despite himself, mal won't: if he wants to ask it, he'll need to earn the right. and in the meantime... he'll just have to be careful, won't he.