[center][color=lightseagreen][h3]Prothos[/h3][/color][/center]

Prothos laughed a deep, tempestuous whoop. [color=lightseagreen]"Excellent timing! We were just talking about you [/color][color=gold]Orugoru[/color][color=lightseagreen]![/color]"

Prothos gestured for the horned god to have a seat at the council table.[color=lightseagreen]"Is that all of us then?"[/color] 

[center][color=lightseagreen][h3]Lemuria[/h3][/color][/center]
The children of Atticus del Arko raced along the stone seawall watching the dozen or so merchant ships entering the harbor. The southern winds were warm, pushed north by the One Who Was First to carry the trader fleets of Lemuria home. "Fathers home! Fathers home!" cried a young girl, halting at a flight of steps that led down to the wharf. 

 A tall, handsome boy joined her at the steps, followed by another young girl. They were all dressed in fine clothing, starched white with gold and blue stitching. Their family crest was printed on the breast of each ones tunic; an octopus curled around a whelk.

"Which ship is his Julian?" asked the first girl. "I don't remember what the sails look like."

The boy, Julian put his arm around his sister. "Of course you don't Lea, you were but a babe when he left for Mandisa!"

Lea shrugged her brothers arm from her shoulder. "Well which is it Jules?" 

The youngest Arko child pointed out into the southern seas where the skies had suddenly grown very dark. Clouds were massing, swirling in the dark and shimmering yellow and white from lightning. The warm winds suddenly turned chilly and the waves in the wharf below showed whitecaps.