[ Unlike the angel standing at the edge of the water, Cain's bundled up to the very tips of his ears, a scarf wrapped several times around his neck and hiding his face to his nose, his coat pulled closely closed. Idelva, after all, was temperate, and Olympia and Wyver quite comfortable in temperature for most of the year. This bitter cold isn't something Cain's used to at all. But that hasn't stopped him from exploring, and the still cavern has drawn his interest with what should be a convenient source of water that the natives seem afraid to make use of.
The figure standing at the lake's edge is familiar — unmistakable, with those brown wings, for all that Cain's only caught glimpses of the angel aboard the Grancypher. And the words coming from his mouth... There's no doubt, even if Cain hadn't had that clue, that this is someone from his world. He grins, quiet footsteps carrying him to the angel's side, and cocks his head as he peers into the glassy water for a sign of what the angel's looking at. ]
Probably hungry, whatever it is. [ He says it very cheerfully and pulls off his scarf, going up on his tiptoes to drop it around Sandalphon's neck. Unlike him, the angel doesn't even have a coat; just looking at Sandalphon is making him cold, even if he's got those big, fluffy wings. ] I'm glad to see another of the crew's made it. I'm Cain.
[ He offers his name, just in case. An archangel, the new Supreme Primarch, probably had too much going on to take notice of most of the crew, unless things had changed much in the time since Cain'd been lost to the Storm and Sandalphon had been. ]
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The figure standing at the lake's edge is familiar — unmistakable, with those brown wings, for all that Cain's only caught glimpses of the angel aboard the Grancypher. And the words coming from his mouth... There's no doubt, even if Cain hadn't had that clue, that this is someone from his world. He grins, quiet footsteps carrying him to the angel's side, and cocks his head as he peers into the glassy water for a sign of what the angel's looking at. ]
Probably hungry, whatever it is. [ He says it very cheerfully and pulls off his scarf, going up on his tiptoes to drop it around Sandalphon's neck. Unlike him, the angel doesn't even have a coat; just looking at Sandalphon is making him cold, even if he's got those big, fluffy wings. ] I'm glad to see another of the crew's made it. I'm Cain.
[ He offers his name, just in case. An archangel, the new Supreme Primarch, probably had too much going on to take notice of most of the crew, unless things had changed much in the time since Cain'd been lost to the Storm and Sandalphon had been. ]