[b]Trineon
Lord of Rivers, Lakes, and Oceans[/b]

As Trineon laid his hand on the girl’s feverish head, she began to stir. As she began to wake up she said a name: Sir Oren. Whoever that was seemed to be important to her. Before Trineon could introduce himself, her eyes focused on him, not sure of who he was. She then asked if she did something. Trineon didn’t know what she meant. Surely she didn’t think that she had killed these soldiers? She was such a petite girl, one who couldn’t create the same savagery that Trineon and his fellow gods had created in the heat of battle.

Speaking of savagery, out of the corner of his eye, Trineon saw O’Menus walk over to the unconscious soldier. The sun god then shocked as he stabbed the mortal in the ankle. This caused Trineon to flinch. To the water god, there was a difference between doing something in the hot blood of battle and doing it when one’s in cold blood. Still, they needed answers, and this method would probably generate some.

As the mortal awoke from the pain, Aureia decided to get some answers. With an umbrella pressed to his neck she asked him many questions including his name, place of origin, who he served, and what was the holy emperor, flower priestess, and the owner of the blade currently impaling him. While Trineon did want answers to these questions, his immediate interest was on the small priestess. For most of his life, Trineon had been of the opinion that it the duty of the gods to aid humanity. While some wrath was sometimes needed, Trineon didn’t want to torture the mortal soldier any further.

Trineon turned back toward the young girl who had placed herself into a deep hug with Ashte. While he wished to check her fever again, he didn’t want to interfere with the comfort the girl was probably getting from the tight embrace. Instead he kept his distance, but then began to speak in his softest possible voice.

“Everything is fine now little one. My name’s Trineon. Can you tell me your name?”