Blackfeather Woods Piragua

No answer came to his question, only more questions. His reaction when she spoke Cicero's name was enough proof, probably, to realise that he was someone else; there was a crooked smile to his face, charming, dark, but nothing like Cicero's usual blank expression. It was the smile that his dear sister had once told Cicero she so missed to see on his face. Well, Sheogorath was here to serve.

"It's Sheo," he answered, though Sheogorath never made a habbit of literally telling anyone who he was. But it didn't matter, because she'd probably already seen, and anyway, she might still be a bit afraid of Cicero after all that had happened, and all.

Sheogorath slipped into the water, assuming the temperatures were good enough since she hadn't responded. Admittedly, as he put the first couple of steps forward the water was colder than expected. He squinted his eyes at the difference between the hot day and the cold water.