[The chill is sharp in the air, his skin prickling and tingling with goosebumps even under layers of clothing. Were it not winter, the Forgemaster would have likely been sitting on his haunches and perched up on a branch, watching and waiting – but now, Helios simply must make do with an entrance that is less sudden. He steps away from behind the trunk of a tree he’d been leaning on and strides forward, pleased to see someone is in fact there.
No greeting is offered but for a curious tilt of his head and an expectant smile. The presence of the ring confirms it can be no one other than Helios himself.]
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No greeting is offered but for a curious tilt of his head and an expectant smile. The presence of the ring confirms it can be no one other than Helios himself.]