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The consort accepted the brief physicality with little more than a small smile, and focused instead on the words that his friend spoke. There was a spark of feeling in his skin as Greyjoy pressed against him, even for that brief moment, and Atlas was surprised; no doubt due to the lack of contact caused by traveling with the adept. It was good to hear of their trials going well, and that was what the boy focused upon.

Aktaiê and Psamathe are certain we are close, so I am hopeful. Greyjoy mentioned in the serious tone of his, betraying his apprehension freely in the company of the other man. Atlas knew of the beliefs that other consorts held: of the Drowned God, at least in the barest of manners. He had always pined after the Mother Moon, and the attention of the women, even if it was frowned upon. Both of the spawn-born had secrets that they kept from their masters.

Were your travels with Akantha unworried? Greyjoy queried, and Atlas stopped thinking so much.

Hm. Yes, it was... Quiet, as always. He commented dryly, hiding the barb within his words well enough. He knew the ways of the Nereides were set and he did not question them - if anything, Atlas was thoroughly devoted - but he still wished for more... Something. How is the life of a Hoplite treating you? I'm sure you scare away all the threats with a simple stare, his tone was silly now, sarcastic and mirthful. From what he remembered of the boy in his spawn stage, Greyjoy had been more skilled with battle than the older Atlas.