Tell Me Something Good

z e p h y r o s
he shouldn't be here.. but alas, he was. he followed the bird sent, eyeing it when he was over at the densite in the plains of insomnia. so late, what ever was the reason? he went, taking his chances and stalking close near the entry of the gorge where he slowly treaded. silent as he stood against the cool walls. listening, his ears swiveling as they caught the muffled voices of his siblings discussing something in private. he knew Érebos schemed and planned in the dark.. but enyo? that was a surprise. remaining there, he waited till the discussion was over, his look was pensive, contemplating as he remained quiet. whatever this was.. zephyros wanted in. it sounded big, and finally like showtime.




"talk."