Neverwinter Forest kiiksiugun ⊎

Aiolos brought them to the lake and then began to swim, with Kigipigak striding in to the shallows and becoming a bit of a wall between the lake and Callyope, who followed. When Aiolos dropped through the water Kigipigak became more tense; would they find anything? Was it good or bad to wish one way or the other?

Time stood still. The red of Aiolos diminished, then rose up again fiercely. His shout was one of anguish which pierced his heart as well as the woods surrounding them.

Kigipigak plunged in immediately.

He felt the pulse of the water around him, the warmth of the topmost layers, the taste; and he swam for Aiolos, to buoy the man in his grief. The emotional side of himself - once alive because of Ariadne, once so wounded - was shut off utterly now as he helped keep his father-in-law afloat.

In his mind was the storming, no no no regardless.

And then when he could trust Aiolos would not suffer drowning himself, Kigipigak went down as far as he could. Water rushed his nostrils. Lake grit caught in his lashes, water burning his eyes. Cold, cold, cold, dark — he saw Kannoyak first.

Then, the flame of Ariadne in an eternal sleep. No. Please no.

To who did he pray?