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Or ... whatever you do when you're alone.

Okeanos, today, was doing things by himself. That was pretty typical. It was rare to find the bright yellow naiad in any other company besides his own, and it almost seemed that he preferred it that way -- but then again, into conversation he blended just as easily, though how he behaved was not exactly anything akin to normalcy whether he was alone or with another pae.

Of course, he was charismatic and somehow charming, perhaps in a strange way, that much was given. That was how he blended in.

That was how he roped other pae in.

Today, though, he was not attempting to do anything of the sort. Instead, he was sitting on the edge of the cliff, incredibly nonchalant and without a care, swinging his legs back and forth. Next to him was a large pile of rocks.

He picked up a rock.

He chucked it off the cliff and watched it as it disappeared towards the water below.

He picked up a rock.

He chucked it off the cliff and watched as it disappeared towards the water below...

As one does repeatedly.

When she spoke, he didn't even glance over his shoulder, simply picking up a rock, and chucking it below.

"And Green returns again, I see, much like a lost pet who just wants to find their way back to warmth."

That sounded surprisingly flat, perhaps, compared to the usual sing-song tone he tended to take with her. And perhaps a little condescending.

He glanced over his shoulder now, taking in the woman behind him. The Green Woman with Antennae that snapped like Monsters was very familiar to him by now, especially since she kept coming back despite her own mind telling her she probably should knock it off. After all, he had thrown a stick at her for absolutely no reason at all. That was someone who could probably qualify as "not safe" and also possibly "off their rocker."

That moniker was likely supported by the fact he continued hurling the small rocks off the cliff. It was impossible to actually tell if they were hitting anything that could feel it, but would he really care if they did?

"And why does Green return to The Tree? It is most curious, I wonder."

Considering he was a naiad, the shark analogy was rather suited...

If Okeanos was surprised she was prying into the habits of other pae'il around him, he didn't show it, taking it into his stride just as easily as he took everything else into his stride. "I have not known many to attempt to come into my place of dwelling, Green. Not many except for you, anyway!" Perhaps, it was simply because he really didn't care whether he was visited or not. He seemed almost too amused by the fact that she kept coming over and over.

"You keep coming, and coming. Am I made out of a material that draws Green things in? The yellow repels, does it not?"

Another rock chucked off the cliff. This time, he heard a small clang not too far down, and he laughed, leaning over the cliff just a bit more to get a better view of what the rock had hit.

That looked awfully dangerous, but he didn't seem to have any concept of the danger he was putting himself in by even sitting on the edge of the cliff in the first place...

At the mention of food, he glanced back to look at her basket, brow lifted in curiosity. "Do you intend to lay a blanket down?"

Perhaps he was asking her about a picnic or ... something of the sort.

Would he care? Perhaps, though it didn't seem likely.

After all, he had gone cliff-diving before, into the waters below, but this was definitely a much more precarious position. After all, if he were to fall, he would not have direct control of where he was falling, Perhaps, though, that was part of the fun...

He picked up a rock and chucked it again, this time pouting a bit when the rock did not manage to hit anything on the way down. He thought if he looked carefully, he might have saw a small splash below. To observe this better, though splashes were so temporary, he careened over the cliff, looking down for anything that might have given a sign of the fleeting splash--

Okay, maybe he didn't care.

Okeanos leaned back into his spot, leaning back exceptionally far so he could tilt his head backwards and stare at Cressida the other way.

"Food. Food is what we eat, Green! We are all creatures with two legs, some of us just breathe the waters versus your strong, rough air!" He remained looking at her upside-down. Wouldn't that hurt after a while...? "I choose to remain in your strong, rough air. I must eat food like you, therefore! Though if you have things that wiggled through the water, I am all mouths."

When she suggested eating fish for him would be considered cannibalism, his laugh was uproarious.

"Think, Green! If we were to dwell in the water, what would be around us but fellow finned and gilled creatures? Unless we were to dine on our own, we eating fish is much like you eating your red meat, there! Or perhaps green meat, as it were."

At that possibly unnerving statement, he laughed again.

This was when he sat up, swung his legs away from the cliff, and pushed himself a bit closer to the blanket, observing what the odd green one had set down on it. His hard gaze seemed critical, observing the choices in food she laid out much like someone who had the wealth to be choosy about their food--though there couldn't be much wealth where he was, considering he lived in what seemed to be a relatively barren area. He didn't have much in the way of goods sitting around...

Completely ignoring the rabbit, deer, and salad, Okeanos' hand suddenly snapped for the fish, and he snatched some of it for himself, rather unceremoniously snacking on it.

At the return insinuation that he could eat seaweed or coral, Okeanos laughed again. Clearly, eating seaweed or coral were not really options he had ever considered. He was perfectly fine with the fish he had taken, and the plate he pilfered from her basket.

Then he watched as she unceremoniously went from talking about fresh food to tearing into a chunk of red meat she had like an animal. He paused, blinking, before more laughter spilled from his lips.

He apparently found her way of eating rather comical.

Compared to Cressida, interestingly enough, Okeanos' way of eating was almost peaceful. Sure, he didn't exactly live close to society and was not eating his food that was in any way prim or proper, but he brought the plate to his lips and took small bites by leveraging the plate versus tearing into fish like he was, himself, a shark.

He seemed interested enough in the fish, but then, he might have just been making a point.

"Curious!" he stated, after swallowing. "You have a fancy basket and a blanket, but yet you eat your food like you could care not for nice finishings!"

The statement about her mother caught his attention, and Okeanos quickly filed it away with his growing pile of 'Green Facts' she left with him every time she talked to him. In this case, it was clear that she still lived with her parental figures, and therefore must have had parental figures, unlike him. He was born of a pearl, that much he knew.

These land pae were born of different methods. He did not know of a land pae'il that was not born of some sort of parental figure, did he?

Okeanos clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tapping out a rhythm before suddenly snapping out of his thoughts and staring straight at Cressida. "No." With that, he took another bite out of his fish, not necessarily pursuing the matter further ... well, at least, not immediately.

After he swallowed his food, he let out a hearty laugh, following that up with, "When alive, it struggles too much."

He ate another bite.

Traps? At that explanation for what he did, he snorted to himself, but he didn't seem interested on elaborating on the subject anymore. Okeanos tended to be a rather secretive man, anyway, and besides, she had a point -- he did have a tendency of just randomly not answering any of the questions she gave him for what seemed to be no explicable reason.

But then, was anything all that explicable about Okeanos' continued behaviours towards the green demon?

It was probably the nicest conversation they had with each other, in the sense it was the one that induced the least amount of anger from Cressida. Perhaps the food had assauged Okeanos for the moment, or perhaps he just didn't feel like chucking sticks in her direction quite yet (because she was amusing him, perhaps, with how much he kept laughing). To call the conversation necessarily nice was not exactly the most proper descriptor, considering how dark Okeanos' particular lines kept running...

At the question to his habits, Okeanos did not respond immediately, but this time did not have the excuse of chewing, instead simply staring at her. It might be suspected this hit some kind of nerve, but instead he replied, "What I do is a variety of things. I am a naiad."

That was probably as vague as it could get.