Shena glanced upward at her father's old friend and her anointed godfather. Recognizing the shapeshifter as his true self. It had been so long since she had seen him. He had not aged a day. And was still as fierce looking as ever. And still just as kind."
"You never could mask that cologne of yours." She smiled at seeing through the his deception once again. "You should really consider changing it to something less unique. I've smelt entire fields of flowers that have less fragrance than you."
The towering man simply shrugged his shoulders. "You got me there. Whelorum said amused, his beard of numerous crimson tentacles shifting further against his collar with each seemingly having a mind of their own, signifying his mood as becoming relaxed and one of pure enjoyment at being reunited with her. "Never could fool you or that nose for long." You're too sharp as always.
Not always. Shena tilted her head aside. Whelorum noticed the scar across her face but decided not to bring it up.
Why are you here? She asked him. Happy to finally discuss in length with one guest she was more than happy to see. "I thought you were retried?"
I am. He responded, leaning his sturdy arms against the railing to look out to the sea. I came to see that you were alright. When I heard about you coming home I couldn't just stay away without dropping by to say hello. It's not an easy thing. Coming home from a battle. And you have been sorely missed.
As have you. Shena responded hopefully. She let her guard down and moved closer toward her long family friend. The last one she had left. How have you been holding? She asked. Staring him in the eye. Taking in the strange yellow they had that seemed to glow in the moonlight.
Things have been....adequate.