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Ahhhh... he was wandering again. He growing tired of it, tell truth. Ever since Rokopelli had left to fix those affairs of hers, he'd been wandering, up and down the map, with little to no direction. He'd allowed his feet to carry him when he grew tired of flying; his wings were great for short flights, but he always felt worn and tired if he tried to do big distances with him. He had an inkling of a thought that this was due to the fact he perhaps had to use more magic than gods with bigger wings.

Silos was tired of wandering, tired of flying and tired of... well, everything at the moment. He also felt horribly restless, which wasn't helping much, what with the fact it contradicted the fact he was tired. Confusing at best, really.

He hadn't really paused to notice it, but he'd grown quite a bit - he still wasn't as large as other males, and would never be, nor would his mane ever lengthen beyond the wild mess that partially covered his horns, but still, growth was growth. He had accepted it, if subconsciously, and thus he had grown. The only thing changed about his appearance though, was the fact he now wore a necklace with two rainbow colored feathers. He'd gathered them before Roko had gone, if only because wearing them made him feel like she was there.

His surprise was apparent when his name rung in the air - he didn't really hear but, but he felt it. His eyes racked across the land as he hauled his walking, "Roko?" it wasn't sung back, almost as if he were not entirely too sure if he was mad, or insane.

He should have been looking up into the sky, but for some odd reason he hadn't been expecting her to pummel down from up THERE, given her frequent crashing and the fact she wasn't the best flier in the world. Thus, his head kept whipping from side to side, trying to spot her upon firm ground, only to frown when he saw absolutely no one in the near distance.

And then... he saw her.

She landed a mere meter to his right. Or rather, she crash landed there. Silos was a tad too shocked to do anything but stare as the rainbow winged goddess crashed down and then slid across the ground, into a patch of long grass.

For a moment, he remain still, blinking, as if trying to figure out what it was he was supposed to do, but then he decided that, ******** that, he'd never really paused to think about things and today wasn't going to be any different. That in mind, he finally skidded to her side and aided her as she tried to right herself, "Well, you've not changed at all, have you?" but no, that wasn't true, something was changed, he just couldn't put his finger on what it was, "Or have you? Huh... something's different, what could it be?"

No sooner had he helped her up that she launched herself in a seemingly endless barrage of words and explanations. silos wasn't really catching even half of what she was saying, but she looked so happy that he couldn't find it within him to tell her to slow down so he could at least understand her. Instead he just listened and nodded his head, making note to ask her about the whole ordeal later when she felt more calm.

He caught something about the goddess that Heals, and Cassian and him seeing again, however, what really caught his attention was the later part of her rambling, and he found himself making a mental skid to look over what he thought he had heard, "Woa," was all he managed to say after she had finished talking, though unfortunately for him, his brain still hadn't quite caught up with him and she was apparently, not giving him time to recover; in fact, she tossed herself at him into some sort of hug.

It wasn't that she was heavy (after all, he'd grown a bit and he'd always been a tad bigger than her anyhow), however, he had been caught offguard, and when the female tossed herself at him, the god lost his balance and fell backwards, landing them (or at least him) in a rather awkward position. What was really frustrating was that he very much doubt she noticed how awkward it was, "Uhhhh... she healed you too? I mean you two? Both of you? Is that what's different?" there WAS something different - something off, but in a good sense. She seemed harmonious, like she was complete, "You're whole again, aren't you?" in his defense, he was trying very, very hard to ignore his position under her and concentrate on the conversation.

It was proving to be horribly difficult and he was going to make sure to pat himself on the back later for keeping it cool.

He listened to her intently. In fact, it was possible he was hanging onto her words as if they were a lifeline of some sort, what with the way he was focusing on them. In his defense, he had two options. He could either put his full attention on what she was seeing, or deviate his attention into pondering their position, and well, that wasn't really going too well, so he'd decided on the former option.

"Practice is good!" he tried to chirp in cheerfully after her.

But then she finally seemed to realize their position (of course - gosh the irony, just when he was getting ... uncomfortably used to it too), and she was asking if he was okay. He was torn between answering yes, no and maybe, so he just opted for keeping his mouth hanging agape, "Uhhhhh...." he said unintelligent, because answering her question risked her moving... and also risked her staying and he wasn't all too sure which he wanted at that precise moment, "Your wings are very pretty," he offered instead, and then mentally kicked himself for snatching the first thing that had come to mind.

"They're very pretty," he offered again as she stretched them out and his eyes flew over to the multicolored plumage that lay spread just beyond reach. He wasn't kidding either; he really did conciser them to be rather pretty. It was true that he hadn't met many goddesses before, but he knew his fair share of gods (after all, he came from a litter of five godlets). None of their wings could compare to hers in his mind.

Her words cut through his thoughts and he blinked, generally confused, "I do?" a pause, "It's not a full mane," he told her, "It'll never be a full mane," he'd always thoughts girls rather liked full manes, and had found himself asking his brothers about it. Some had told him yes, some had told him no. Their debates never really reached a conclusion.

Oh, dear god, she was going to stay there?!

His mind went into something akin to hyper drive as he tried to figure out what he should do. Or what he should be doing. Sadly, nothing was coming to mind, "Uhhh.... what?" a pause, "You're... you're just going to stay there?" he sounded like he was half screaming, god yes, please stay, and half going, oh, please no, I don't know how much more I can take.

It suited him.

Well, he'd never really thought of it like that, but now that he did, he supposed she was right. It did suit him well enough! In fact, now that she mentioned it, it was rather perfect, wasn't it? And-

... she was closing it.

She was closing in a lot. Her muzzle was almost against his maw, and he was sort of pinned down, so that meant he had no way to retreat away from it, so he just endded up looking at her rather stupidly, "Uhhhhhh..." unfortunately, he had heard jack s**t of what she'd last said, to busy fretting over the fact her muzzle was, you know, right there.

What was that about mind? Was she asking if he minded?

He found himself unable to answer, because again, he was torn between yes, no and a bit of both (maybe that's how she felt all the damned time, which was... well, he kind of understood how she'd developed a double personality - a way to deal with it), "Romantic?" he found himself sputtering at her, because, ah hell... he was being anything but romantic at that precise moment, "I... do you want me to?"

He had been so very busy kicking himself mental (stupid, stupid, stupid) for his question, that when the female's answer came, he hadn't been paying attention. Silos found himself blinking, as if the motion would somehow, beyond all reason, help him understand what it was that was going on (things were supposed to be much easier than this, damnit!!).

It thus, took, him a full minute to gather that she had, indeed, answered affirmatively and thus, gave him wiggle room because good lord, he had her consent, "Really?" he was answered when she pressed her nose to his, "I'll take that as a really," he murmured, and then paused, "I... can you let me up, Roko?" the words were hesitant, but he did press his head against hers - his moved his paws a bit, just to show her... that this position made it horribly difficult for him to move and thus, do anything but just lay there, "It's very hard to be romantic when I really can't move, love. If you get off, I'll... well, we'll see what happens."