Greatwater Lake the hot gates

A quiet life indeed, but he wouldn't complain too much. The fact that the Nereides had seen him fit enough for service was a blessing, as so many spawn were too weak or too tainted for such activity. They had venerated his life simply by letting him live as a babe, and for that Atlas was eternally grateful; but he still chortled a tiny, chuff of laughter upon hearing Greyjoy's comment. Quiet was quite an understatement.

As the other male leveled a glance his way, Atlas sucked in a breath and visibly winced, as if the look had indeed stung. It was in jest of course, playing along as he often did with other consorts. If the women were too stagnant to fool around, he may as well enjoy the company of other men! Wait. That thought didn't form correctly - his ears fell back for a moment as he considered the oddness of his own mind, but it was quickly forgotten. There really have been no threats, thank the Sea and the Consort. The biggest obstacle has been fatigue and hunger.

Yes well, they've got to have their seafood diet or else, right? His musings forgotten, Atlas' face crinkled in to a scowl and then, almost as swiftly, morphed back in to the charming grin. The boy slumped his butt on to the ground, his limbs growing stiff from standing for so long. I look forward to the day when travel ends though. To bask in the company of the sea again, ah! That was the life. Even though that too was a fantasy - there would be little time for basking.