[Edel PRP] Attachments (Tlac/Idhren/Til)

[Meepfur]

Itztlac made his way carefully down the Pantheon's marble stairs, with the same internal complaint he made every time he had to use the stairs, which was at least twice a day. His difficulty with things like stairs and doors was something he had his host to thank for; in truth, he wasn't yet sure what of actual benefit he owed to Finn-att, aside from being alive. The centaur's form was horribly inconvenient, good for little more than intimidation or travel, and Night had absolutely no idea what abstract thing he was meant to gain. This made it all somewhat more aggravating.

Once safely at ground level, Itztlac took a moment to look around, ears flicking, before heading into the gardens.

[Ithiltari]

They were ensconced in one of the tea-houses close by to the actual Pantheon. The first time Idhren had visited the area after everything had happened, she had only made it to one of the little buildings before her strength gave out. That was several months in the past, now, and the still frail elf had gotten much of her former endurance back.

But they were still in one of tea-houses today. One of the flooxes was snoring gently on the floor while Idhren curled herself up and read a book. Tilion was also reading the book, as it dealt with a somewhat fascinating, if hopefully inaccurate, theory about lunar legends from one particular world. The pair was having a lively conversation about the whole thing.

Temis, Tilion's sole aoide, was standing guard outside. This consisted of stretching out on the grass and watching clouds float by, as well as firmly ignoring the half of the ongoing discussion she could hear. There had been comments made that, well. Had made her blush, a remarkable occurrence for the normally unflappable catgirl. She popped up from her sprawl at another one of those comments and walked away from the tea-house, tail lashing somewhat furiously behind her and utterly failing to watch where she was going.

[Meepfur]

Night was usually very perceptive. He had excellent hearing, and paid close attention to his surroundings, but he didn't always catch everything, as much as he liked to think he did. So when a catgirl walked right into his path, he was quite unpleasantly surprised. He stopped short of running into her, sparing him at least some dignity, but it was a close call. Expression pulled into a deep scowl of disapproval, he stared down at the offending person with silver eyes narrowed.

"You would do well to watch where you walk."

[Ithiltari]

Temis stopped short at the sight of the centaur, audibly gulping. "Apologies, my Lord," she stammered after a moment. He was big, and her first glance to examine him had her eyes going up and up until she finally was able to meet his eyes. There was power there, something the Aoide belatedly recognized, and she dropped her best approximation of a curtsy. "My name is Temis, servant to Tilion of Lunar." She bit her lip as she stared at the grass in front of her. Would that mean anything to this God in front of her?

[Meepfur]

His displeasure at nearly being involved in a 'collision' was tempered somewhat by the aoide's response to it. It was ever-so satisfying to have such an intimidating presence, even if it was inconvenient for going down stairs and through doors. "Lunar?" His ears swung forward, and his frown was broken by sudden interest in the servant before him. "If he is near, I wish to meet him."

[Ithiltari]

"Yes of course, my lord," she replied hurriedly. "He's in the nearest tea house." As she started to walk back in that direction, the Aoide cast a considering look at the centaur. "May I know who I am to introduce?"

Assuming he wanted her to do so; it was certainly his prerogative to do otherwise.

[Meepfur]

"Excellent." A smile crossed his features, erasing any shreds of annoyance left from moments ago, and he followed where the aoide led. A part of him considered being deliberately obscure and not answering her, but he was no longer feeling contrary enough to bother. "I am Itztlac, God of Night."

[Ithiltari]

Temis' response to the identity of Itzlac's identity would probably be equally gratifying. The Aoide looked as though she wanted to stop and bow, though there was only a moment's hesitance before she continued on. It was only a short time before they were outside the tea house. There was the occasional soft sound of a voice within, though it was very quiet and indistinct. Temis ducked inside for a brief conversation, and when she returned, she was followed by a thin, blonde elf woman.

"Lord Itzlac, this is Lord Tilion and Lady Idhren," Temis said, offering a low bow as she introduced the pair.

"It is good to meet you again," Tilion said, breaking out into a pleased smile. He remembered no specifics of any past association, though it did seem absurd that there would not have been one.