Sunspire Mountains There is no such thing as a lousy job - only lousy men who don't care to do it.

Lol. xD I was contemplating calling Atreus 'Triton' but I thought that was a little too pompous for Kerberos' standards in regards to naming his son. xD Also, I assumed that they know each other but I can change it if you'd rather! :D

The Drudge had his work cut out for him — had always had it cut out for him. He worked hard to prove himself to the other Consorts but more importantly to the Nereides and Mother Sea. It wasn't as if Atreus had came to the Nereides not aware of anything. As it stood, he knew quite a bit when he'd came to them given his father's connection to them. Kerberos had done research on his birth mother as soon as he had found out, or so the story had went and Atreus had no reason not to believe his shy father. Kerberos had never seen fit to keep anything hidden from Atreus and the proof of his father's honesty had hit him like a brick wall when everything Kerberos had spoken about them had been proven true. Atreus had known exactly what he'd been signing up for when he had left Nautilus Forest in search of the Sirens. Nasak had not been overly happy with his decision but the fire spirited Kesuk-Aok had not been able to stop him. He did not doubt the existence of her bear gods but he had felt a bigger pull to Her. The Sea. She had assured him that it was his place. To serve Her sirens. He had sacrificed much, as Nasak had been sure to drill into his head, over and over into his mind like a broken record. Yet, what he received in return was so much better. There was no price to be put upon it. With the Sirens and near Her he was home. Where he belonged. Aella had sent him off for a bit. Atreus had not asked for a reason merely obeyed and had headed back towards the coast with the intention of scavenging gifts from the Sea, though mostly he was looking to pick out some seaweed as a little treat, and to bathe in Her waters. Eyes gifted with the color of the stormy Sea focused upon his determined path, the sea-spawn pausing only when he caught the sight of Atlas. The older male was a Consort and of higher rank than him — though as Atreus understood that the only ones lower than him were the Spawn but since there were no spawn he was as low as they came. It wasn't rank that he was concerned with, in reality, but of pleasing the Sea and the Nereides. Hello, He greeted Atlas, his head bowing low in respect to the older and higher ranking male.