silent were the paws that padded through mists, curious the gaze of the spirit that stepped from the mists, watching bahano as he went about, his own head turned out of curiousity. gaze following as the living god moved around the territory, he would follow, his eyes drifting to half closed. "greetings", came the hoarse whisper, ghost stepping forward, small sprouts springing where his paws had touched. his left leg was entangled by all manners of vines and greens, his head lower to the ground, head tipped to the side. "my name is jerisidie. i've felt your presence through the earth.", he spoke softly, the fallen and deceased god quietly standing nearby yet far away, uneasy of the living.

he didn't remember this being, this god before him. though, to be truthful, he had never been interested in the other gods after his beloved had been killed by another lover of his. what a messy story that was ... one he would eventually tell. at least he had regained his husband after many years, though even as a ghost himself now, his heart ached as he drifted back from the mindless wandering of his mind. shaking his pelt slightly, he touched the root of a tree, looking up at the branches as he clicked his tongue, "the trees are slumbering ...", he would murmur softly.