[P] Dew in the Valley

[Eik]

Never trust the story teller.

As the rocks begin to fall, he leans into Bexley's golden shoulder, and reaches across her to place his muzzle on Seraphina's neck. A useless gesture, perhaps, but in this moment the only thing that matters is holding this tiny family close.

As the dust settles, Bexley surprises him by illuminating the scene before them. Eik flicks a single ear back in distaste at the mention of Him, but he doesn't let himself think about the gods for now. He focuses instead on escape, grunting his agreement with Orion as he looks around the dimly-lit space. "Is everyone alright?" He looks around the small, dim clearing- the regimes all seem shaken, but safe. Then he looks around at the walls of impenetrable trees on one side and stone on the other. He glances at Po and the nature that blooms beneath him. Some sort of magic, surely- he can clearly grow, but are there other things he can do? "Eye-Po-Meah, will the trees bend for you?" He gestures to the green walls, desperate and not optimistic.

The night king quietly says some words he doesn't recognize, some he does, and afterwards seems awfully smug. Eik does not know whether to be impressed or appalled by the towering man's jovial reaction to their situation- instead of thinking it over he steps next to Seraphina and Asterion, and puts his mind and body to work. It is all he can think to do to help. He does not know if it is better or worse to be buried alive with two of his favorite horses-- but this, too, he doesn't think about for now.

(His buried thoughts resurface in paranoid whispers he cannot fully quiet- Of course this was all a trap. Tempus didn't bring them here to hear what they had to say.

Tempus brought them here to do what all gods do.)

Only trust the story.

I'm so sorry, he will probably forever say po's name wrong xD