Mount Apikuni one: entrance

She had been elated to find a creature that could speak her language, but that feeling of goodness and of connection faded just as swiftly as it came. The antithesis was true: he admitted his lack of understanding but he used that word again, which confused her a little bit. Rheia felt her glee wane and her brow knit with concern, but she said nothing as she tried to figure out what he was talking about.

She understood what a name was. His seemed particularly odd but she tested it all the same, breathily mumbling, Worms...? and then after a beat, emboldened perhaps by a mixture of need and lonliness, she introduced herself as Rheia. Name — my name. Rheia... not.. angelos. Although if he had been putting his faith in her for some reason, she wondered if this would ruin any chance of befriending him. He was a peculiar creature and the longer she lingered in study of him the more she came to realize this. He was small. Sif had been rather petite, but this was different. He looked immature in his smallness, and poorly suited for the season. Was he a child?

Cue more concern, more confusion. Worms is home? This, home? Her nose pivoted as she motioned to the surroundings, looking about in a mildly frantic manner before settling back upon him. He held a wild scent and no others, but that didn't mean much to her — Rheia had thought herself to be home when she had been with Sif at Refurhol and maybe this child had a similar ally that went undetected.