[b]O'Menus[/b][hr]
[indent][indent]O'Menus was beginning to appreciate the presence of the other Gods a little. Many of them were solving problems before they bloomed into situations. Though he showed no interest in the others, only tirelessly pushing ahead, he kept his ears out for the priestess. The warmth of the forest was heavy with damp soil and tiny lives, the meek sound of the priestess being straddled atop the horned-Goddess gave him pause. When he heard the Goddess' soft warning he strode ahead briskly, making up for the second he wasted.

As the others spoke, O'Menus observed and listened beyond their conversations. He pondered if any creature roamed the land with the proper sense. His jaw tightened with swift frustration. They were Divinity, at one point their presence created awe and respect. Now... now even the lowest of the beast deigned them of interest. He turned his sharp gaze to the horned-Goddess, maybe the priestess could be of use. 

"All this chatter is getting us nowhere," he spoke. "Flower, does any of this look familiar?"[/indent][/indent]