[As promised, Poseidon works tirelessly over the next few days to create precious jewels for Choromatsu's gift for his friend, Dia. When he means create, he means it quite literally...and it means a lot of energy to be expended on his part. Because of this, he waits until the very end of the day to work, spending a good chunk of the evening pouring what was left of his energy into making a single stone. And that just meant making it...it would take an entire day more to imbue each completed stone with a protection spell of his own design. By the time he's finished every evening, he only has the energy to tell his sons goodnight and collapse into his own grotto before having to wake up before the sun to do it all over again.
But for his third eldest son, he would do anything. For all of them he would, but Choromatsu had new friends that he refused to have made a bad impression on. He just hopes that this means that one day, Choromatsu will actually want his father to meet them. But after a little over a week passes, he finishes a collection of stones of almost every color from his own deep blue to purple, red, and green. He tucks them all carefully into a woven bag and sets off into the water to find Choromatsu, who will be relatively easy to spot with his green against the blue of the sea.
He didn't just have the stones to share, though. All of that time alone working gave him much more time than he usually had to think...and he thought about the conversation he had with Choromatsu. About love. He pondered what things for his sons might have been like if he had procured a lover...they probably would not even exist, now that he thought about it. But was it really the best thing he could have done?
Mers 3: the Mersening
[As promised, Poseidon works tirelessly over the next few days to create precious jewels for Choromatsu's gift for his friend, Dia. When he means create, he means it quite literally...and it means a lot of energy to be expended on his part. Because of this, he waits until the very end of the day to work, spending a good chunk of the evening pouring what was left of his energy into making a single stone. And that just meant making it...it would take an entire day more to imbue each completed stone with a protection spell of his own design. By the time he's finished every evening, he only has the energy to tell his sons goodnight and collapse into his own grotto before having to wake up before the sun to do it all over again.
But for his third eldest son, he would do anything. For all of them he would, but Choromatsu had new friends that he refused to have made a bad impression on. He just hopes that this means that one day, Choromatsu will actually want his father to meet them. But after a little over a week passes, he finishes a collection of stones of almost every color from his own deep blue to purple, red, and green. He tucks them all carefully into a woven bag and sets off into the water to find Choromatsu, who will be relatively easy to spot with his green against the blue of the sea.
He didn't just have the stones to share, though. All of that time alone working gave him much more time than he usually had to think...and he thought about the conversation he had with Choromatsu. About love. He pondered what things for his sons might have been like if he had procured a lover...they probably would not even exist, now that he thought about it. But was it really the best thing he could have done?
Regardless, he has much more to tell.]