The air was crisp with the smell of morning, and a lazy fog had dissolved away into a bright day. After waking and finding a small watering hole to wash up, Khuluma set out on foot. As usual, he had no destination in mind, but life has taught him that he usually happened on something or someone. The mortal realm was very populated and had plenty of things to see. Waterfalls, rivers, storm clouds and anthills – he has seen more and more each day, but he preferred people over things. Days on end without seeing anyone usually starved him, but without a steady person, a steady place to call home, traveling was his only way to wet his appetite.
As it was, he saw no tail or ear of anyone, be it mortal or otherwise, and he was left talking to himself. While he was a great conversationalist, it was rather dull and gave him nothing in the end. “If I was a God of Travel, I bet I wouldn’t mind all the walking and flying. Then again, if I was a God of Company, I would never be alone and need to go this far.” He mused out loud, looking up at the clouds that slowly passed by. “If I was the God of Clouds, I’d have plenty of company in the sky right now.” Khuluma was a bit peculiar when he was alone. He was also a bit down when he was by himself, something that never was good for a god that dealt with talking.
