inner peace

All the talk earlier about witches and the Fallen God made the disembodied whispering particularly hair-raising, and while he didn't say anything to Aryn about it - the way she was huddled beneath him, she didn't need much more to worry about before she bolted into the woods - Eligos was very aware at that moment that his family's mythos did not consist solely of the Fallen God... there were quite a few other gods out there and plenty of them had cause to hold a grudge against the Fallen One and, presumably, his demi-god offspring. And if, as Aryn had hypothesized, the new glow of his was a mark of Abraxas' favor, then might not the strange cold glow that was so markedly, almost deliberately opposing to his fiery markings be theorized to be a deliberate choice on the part of a god or witch with reason to hate Abraxas? It was a new, extremely troubling possibility.

Something seemed to flash through the mist, and Eligos shifted carefully in his protective position to follow it. "Aryn," he said with a low growl of almost amusement, almost exasperation to his tone, "I talk. Counting on a being's ability to communicate indicating a willingness to be friendly is suicide." He shifted again to follow a different flash, and cursed under his breath as the whispering sounded from behind him, again sounding like his name called from a distance, almost louder and more clear than before.