Cerulean Cape i won't go down by myself, but i'll go down with my friends

he was waiting for a verbal response from the woman (although it did not seem promising) when a man appeared, and he began to bristle without volition. soon, though, it became clear that this was not the scent he'd found with aphrodite's, and surya relaxed—though only by a hair. his face, already fraught with worry, became even more drawn as the newcomer explained the situation.

haaye bhagwaan, he whispered, words nearly caught in his throat. then the woman spoke again, and he turned to her, staring for what seemed like an eternity (though really only was a few moments) before giving a brusque nod. yes. we will rescue.

a war-bound fellow. slight-bodied surya was no fighter. but he had volunteered himself for this mission; aphrodite was his friend. he would do whatever it took to bring her back to whitebark stream—and if he had help, all the better.