"A little, yes. More floating and gliding than true flying ...Or at least, I could," he sighed, momentary excitement fading again as the whisper of air swirled around him, ruffling his hair but able to do little else. He turned obligingly to show her his wingless back, though it was covered by his tunic. "I'm guessing you don't have anemoi here? Spirits of the wind?" He had mentioned that his mother was one, but Jiao hadn't reacted to the term at all and now he realized that maybe she didn't know what it meant. "My father was human, a dalliance my mother indulged in but... well. She didn't expect there to be consequences. It's pretty rare. But I'm still her son, still half-anemoi." He bit his lip. "Even if it feels like I'm only a shadow of that, now." The wind no longer spoke to him and only barely listened to his call, and his steps were heavy and graceless compared to the ease with which he used to walk almost trackless over the land.
The gods provided a distraction, at least, new and strange as they all sounded to Kel. He couldn't help but be shocked at how casually Jiao spoke of her conversation with a goddess, and the awe and admiration remained as he watched her with wide amber eyes. "Weren't you frightened of her?" he asked, hesitant. "That she might take offense at something and smite you? Or is she one of the gentler gods?" A nurturing, sheltering goddess, perhaps. Kindly disposed towards mortals and maternal in nature, rather than filled with distant judgment?
The gods provided a distraction, at least, new and strange as they all sounded to Kel. He couldn't help but be shocked at how casually Jiao spoke of her conversation with a goddess, and the awe and admiration remained as he watched her with wide amber eyes. "Weren't you frightened of her?" he asked, hesitant. "That she might take offense at something and smite you? Or is she one of the gentler gods?" A nurturing, sheltering goddess, perhaps. Kindly disposed towards mortals and maternal in nature, rather than filled with distant judgment?
