fashionably late -- gift?

[nemhain.]

Nemhain had never encountered the soul currently sitting outside of the newly opened cavern on Elysium territory, and she found herself tense and jittery despite the peaceful look that Jokul carried upon his face. He didn't seem to be a threat, and she didn't detect any hostility in the air, but she couldn't truly trust anything at face value, not when there were gods lurking in the shadows, eager to destroy Rin and drag Elysium down with them. Keeping a healthy dose of suspicion within her heart, the fenghuang found herself landing nearby, just a few tentative steps in front of the fox. She eyed the newly opened cavern skeptically, wondering how the hell such a thing had been formed, and what could possibly be inside. Deciding now was not the time for just wondering, she cocked her head back to Jokul, chirping softly, "You... sir, what is this? What is this cavern, and why are you here? You are not a threat... are you?" It might've seemed a bit silly, coming right out and asking if someone was a threat of some kind, but if there was one thing that the fenghuang had learned from both her own experiences and Rin's memories, it was that the gods could be some cocky bastards. And when they got cocly, they had a tendency to get stupid, as well.