A Cultist Pryconian man stood at a rocky shoreline, arms crossed and looking all over the water, his tail flicking impatiently and one of his fingers tapping the bicep on which it rested. While he was ostensibly no different from any other Fire Spirit-worshipping Pryconian, one feature clearly marked him as abnormal: his eyes were completely yellow, but not at all glassy or blank like those of the blind or otherwise injured, and if one stared at them they would seem to flicker briefly as if brightened by some internal light. That the water around the rocks was almost completely, unnaturally calm and the rocks themselves were bone dry despite being part of the shore were also signs that there was something strange about this scene.

The Pryconian called in a voice that had a slight hissing tone, as if spoken through a parched throat, "I stand here ready, Undine! This meeting was your idea, and yet you leave me waiting?" Scanning the surf once more, he added, "Such bad manners from one so assumedly wise..." with a brief smirk, then regained his seriousness as he saw the movement he was expecting.

Rising from the water in front of the rocks and then standing on the water's surface to face him was a Lutras woman; unlike the Pryconian, there seemed to be nothing unusual about her, save the lack of the exuberance commonly associated with Lutras. "You wound me. I would never intentionally stand you up," she said, sounding a little out of breath. "Unlike you, I have to find a willing and very temporary vessel."

"A weakness, if you ask me," the Pryconian remarked, "but then again you've never been very direct. Regardless, we are here, so why don't you tell me to what end?"

"Simple, dull stone," Undine replied simply. "You're the one who wishes to become a deity, so it surprises me that you are so oblivious to the turning wheels."

He cocked an eyebrow. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked tersely.

Undine sighed. "The gods are scared. That is what I mean."

He let out a short laugh. "Bah, over concerned as always, Undine."

"Maybe, but listen for a while yet. Tell me, what have you heard from the Realms lately? News, pleasantries," she began, leaning in and continuing coyly, "another invitation to share the Hedonist's bed, maybe...?"

That wiped the smile off his face. "Unfortunately, only the latter, and Karushen does not take 'no' lying down, so to speak...but to keep on track, what are you getting at?"

"I have ears with which to listen. My realm has stirred unnaturally...the force that slew a god is not as dead as we had expected."

"Bah, Naga? Naga is dead and buried! Those of the sea and his damned spawn are proof enough of that!" he barked.

Now it was her turn to smirk briefly. "With all due respect, hot one, you have spent far too long looking at the world through mortal eyes."

He grumbled, the sound like a low hiss of a fire. "Maybe so, maybe no, but pray tell, why have you chosen to speak with me about these mad ramblings?"

"Naga slew a god, and himself survived being slain in revenge. If he is alive, what chance do we, the Spirits, stand? We must protect ourselves, and our charges," she admonished.

"And since when do you care for my children?" he asked, his temper audibly running short.

"I have always done so. But while every other race has their patron to protect them, my children and yours have none to-"

"I will not have you insult my influence, Undine! I am a god to them!" he snapped, the air around him suddenly wavering with heat.

She remained unflinching. "But not as powerful as Donacles, Anu, or any of the others. You need to protect them when the time comes."

The Pryconian growled at her, and then waved off the suggestion. "Bah, my time here grows short, as does my patience. Be gone from my sight."

She shook her head with a quiet sigh. "As you wish...but remember what I say, at least?" she asked before resignedly turning and sinking back into the sea.

If the Pryconian had visible pupils or irises, one could see them look upwards in exasperation. "Very well...I owe you that much," he said to himself as he turned to leave as well.