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It had been a pleasant visit to the Library, and Glaucon was sure he would be returning there again -- to visit with Akakios, to see if he couldn't run into Endiovar, and even simply to immerse himself in all the knowledge packed into the shelves. For now, though... it was time to return to his room and get some sleep. And Eudocia would probably end up cornering him into another acupuncture session. He had left her behind to pick out a book or two he could enjoy in the sanctity of his own quarters, so at least he would have the space to himself for a little while.

Ah, and there was the door, just a few more steps away. He stepped forward, reaching out a hand to push it open, unaware of the footsteps thundering in his direction.

Noticing the obstacles ahead had come too slowly to both of them. While Soto realized Glaucon was there before he could take the chance to stop himself, the elder Morph was hardly in a position to change the course of the inevitable, even if he had turned to see the approaching child.

With a small noise of surprise his only reaction, the god was sent tumbling backwards into the floor, his cane clattering clear over to the other side of the hallway.

"Ssssshhhiiiiit." That had hurt. And now he was inadvertently setting a bad example to boot.

Good to know this wouldn't be a drive-by knockdown. With Soto's help, Glaucon got back to a sitting position, and with his cane in hand was able to stand back up completely. Shaken, yes, but he suffered no lasting damage -- less could be said for the floor, though. A quick look at the space he had feel to revealed that his sharp, rigid wings had left a few scratch marks on the stone... hopefully no one would notice.

"I am fine..." he grumbled, "...but you should be more careful. Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?"

And furthermore, just who and what was this child? He had a divine aura about him for sure, but looked nothing like any of the other gods Glaucon knew.

Glaucon suppressed a sigh -- it looked like the sanctity of his room would have to wait a little longer. Ever since he began exploring the Pantheon again, the story of his life had consisted almost entirely of awkward, uncomfortable run-ins with strangers (or, in Alice's case, ancient ties he was not so sure he wanted to reestablish).

But this was, to date, his first encounter with a child, divine or otherwise.

He had never been good with children.

So, naturally, he said the worst possible thing that could have been said to Sotiris in this situation.

"...Do your parents know about this?"

Underworld...

This was Underworld's son? Nergal had children?

That look Sotiris was giving was definitely reminiscient of him... and the look Glaucon gave back was half flabbergasted and half highly indecisive about what to do. How far from the Pantheon would this child actually manage to run off? Was he that capable of taking care of himself, in spite of appearances? Children were already a puzzle to him. A young god could be a different story entirely.

He could use the Geas to make boy into return to his quarters -- but he was just a child, casting a verdict on him would be incredibly severe, and then he would ostensibly have to deal with his father's ire for using godly powers on his son without any prior consent. Or he could do nothing... and be liable for any danger he might end up getting himself into.

Glaucon leaned forward on his cane, considering his words. Maybe he could... calm him down and figure out why he was running away? He took a step forward.

"Wait --"

He clumsily twirled around, hand outstretched towards the tiny fleeing form, and the next second later he made the foolish effort to chase -- keeping his cane off the ground as he tried, with some success, to run after the child. He was not nearly fast enough. And then Sotiris bounded down the stairs, and Glaucon only caught one last green glimpse of him until he disappeared.

Well, s**t.