'Less time' indeed. There were times at which it seemed like the mortals were doing naught else but to head towards death, their life flames burning so very quickly – and yet they clung to life with a stubborness that was unrivaled.
“Another time, then,” he promised, bowing his farewell to the younger god.
His eyes rested upon his brother's colorful pendant momentarily. He knew not where it came from – Ishum had failed to report such to him – but he'd taken notice of Cosine's similarly colored glass bangles, and he was well capable of making an educated guess.
“It is not good manners to leave a lady waiting,” he remarked, which … might be taken this way, or that. Echo, he noticed, was nowhere to be seen in the crowd. But her followers must have sorely missed her given how long he'd kept her to his own, and that was where she likely was – and ought to be.
As should he.
Straightening his massive frame, he began heading towards his waiting supplicants. Their worship was welcome, but – by Destruction's Seven Tails – if they dared as much as to
touch him again he'd unleash a horde of poltergeists upon them before they knew what was happening!
He wouldn't, of course, but the thought that he
could, if he only willed it, was comforting and making the physical contact somewhat bearable.