[A groan escapes Hephaistos as he slowly stirs to awake. He’s disoriented and tired, very unlike his usual stoic self. He lays there for a while in a quasi-sleep, his red eyes peeking out from underneath his dark lashes. His eyes feel heavy, and his body stiff as he slowly stretches his arms above his head. Once done, he lays there on the pillows, almost tempted to fall back to sleep after such exertion. While he feels well-rested now, unlike before, he’s still drunk with sleep.
Hephaistos takes a moment to rub his eyes in a vain attempt to orient himself again. That is when the dulcet tone of crashing waves catches his attention. He sits up halfway from the pillows, his gaze sweeping across the great blue sea spread out before him like a painting. He stares at the distant horizon for a long while, his red gaze focusing on the tranquil blue waves. A confused hum escapes him as he glances around awkwardly in a fit of panic.
This isn’t the place Elidibus took him! Where is he? What in the world is happening—]
Seaside ✧ [action]
Hephaistos takes a moment to rub his eyes in a vain attempt to orient himself again. That is when the dulcet tone of crashing waves catches his attention. He sits up halfway from the pillows, his gaze sweeping across the great blue sea spread out before him like a painting. He stares at the distant horizon for a long while, his red gaze focusing on the tranquil blue waves. A confused hum escapes him as he glances around awkwardly in a fit of panic.
This isn’t the place Elidibus took him! Where is he? What in the world is happening—]