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She was playing coy. Even Getsuy with the limited human capacity could understand what she was currently doing. As she spoke far louder than her normal level, Getsuy allowed his silver eyes to linger on her. He said nothing, showed no emotion towards it. He would let it sit for now. He would find out where the deer had gone. It was only a matter of following his nose.Speaking of nose.

The smell of Panic. Getsuy froze as the scent reached him. His head snapped up suddenly and like a shark locking onto a trail of blood, his gaze focused on Morrigan standing all alone off on the other side of the room. His focus locked in on her and he felt a stirring in his chest that ripped through him like a violent tidal wave. His breath began to deepen as he took more and more of her scent in. A dark aura seemed to accumulate around him, his blood roaring in his ears. His eyes didn’t move from Morrigan for even a moment. He slowly turned towards her, his hands flexing. 

He took a step, his body slowly crouching, then a second scent hit him like a smack in the face. Flowers and honey. He inhaled deeply. The scent flooded his senses and with it came the calm that smell evoked within him. A grove of gentle flowers. A silent friendship. His eyes closed for the first time since he stepped into that ballroom and his gaze finally snapped off the banshee. He turned to the door where Melion stepped through in an elegant dress and mask. Getsuy slowly straightened, his arms finally falling at his sides, Morrigan seeming to have been all but forgotten. 

He stood still there by the table, watching as the god of growth made his way across the room. His gaze remained on Melion until he left to go settle in the garden. Only then did Getsuy turn back to the table. He grabbed a handful of the meat before stuffing it into his mouth, trying to calm the raging vortex in his chest that was sparked by Morrigan’s panic. Another tray of food was set before him by a rushing waiter. It had what looked to be large turkey legs, barely grilled and obviously freshly ripped from the rest of the turkey. He snatched one, tearing into it. 

As Antero answered his comment, explaining why humans would always be in such a hurry, his ear flicked in the god’s direction. He was beginning to bring that torrent in his chest back into control. Melion’s scent was helping him wrangle it back in where it needed to be. 

He continued to eat and that tiny sliver of humanity began to grow just a bit more. His pace slowed as he took a more controlled bite of the turkey leg and he carefully set down the bare bone in the other hand that he hadn’t noticed he was still holding onto. It was almost as if he had woken from a dream. He looked between the two gods next to him before he surveyed the mess before him. Four bare turkey bones, one half eaten in his grip, and juices dripping down onto his cowl. One of the four bones had even been snapped open, the marrow slurped from it. 

He placed the unfinished turkey leg painstakingly slow down onto the platter. He reached up with a claw to wipe a drop of juice from his jaw. Perhaps, it was time for him to leave but first, he wished to officially greet a friend. Without another word, he turned from the table and began to head for the double doors that lead out into the garden, trailing along within Melion’s scent, taking a deep inhale with each step. He pushed the doors open and stepped out into the fresh air. 

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