[PRP] Heaven on Earth

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It was cold. And there was snow. It close enough to home that he could close his eyes and imagine he was there. Kamiseen had left the Gods' Haven on what was essentially a dare and hadn't gone back because he didn't want to look foolish. Or cowardly. But it was still nice to find a place in the mortal world that was so much like his home.

He was lost in thought, but looked up at the sound of paws crunching through the snow. A lioness was nearby, he saw. The god considered talking to her, but had no idea what he should say. So he just watched.  

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The lioness had noticed him. He supposed that meant he should probably say something. But what did you say to a mortal who had seen you and was now staring at you? Kamiseen was not very good at this.

"I have been taught that it's rude to stare," he observed aloud, watching the lioness to see her reaction. Her fur was white enough that she could easily hide in the snow if that was her desire. Unlike his own, which was rather obvious. Not to mention the sand he dribbled wherever he went. The god was actually surrounded by a small puddle of the dry grains now, making it look almost as if he'd melted a hole in the snow.  

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Well, that had been his guess, if he'd had to make one. But how on earth was he supposed to respond to that? Kamiseen had seen mortals before, sure. But this was probably the closest he'd ever been to one, and the god twitched his wings nervously, dribbling more sand.

"I have never spoken to a mortal before," he admitted, still watching the lioness. Honestly, he wasn't at all certain what to do in this situation. It was so far beyond his experience. He didn't think the lioness was dangerous to him though. Nor did he see any reason to hurt her. It wasn't what he did.  

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Brown eyes blinked. He didn't know what all of that meant, but he assumed that they were titles of some sort, meaning that this lioness was important amongst mortals. Not that it mattered much to him, but it seemed important to the mortal. To Ubusika.

"I am Kamiseen, God of Sandstorms," he replied at last. The male considered asking what the rest of the words she'd spouted off meant, but decided not to further reveal his ignorance of mortals, their prides, and their titles. That wouldn't be very dignified.  

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This whole encounter was making Kamiseen somewhat uncomfortable. Were all mortals like this? Should he take on a mortal form as some of his fellows did? But if he did such a thing, well, Kamiseen knew so little of mortals and how they acted with their own, that he'd be sure to stick out even lacking wings. Best to stay aloof for now.

Though he wouldn't abandon this conversation in the middle, that would also be rude. The time to leave would have been before Ubusika first spoke to him.

"It reminds me of home," Kamiseen said at last, gesturing at the snow around him. "Though it never melts in the Haven," he added.  

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"Yes," the god answered simply. He wasn't sure what the expression on her face was, but it was making him somewhat uncomfortable. He was starting to wonder how he could extricate himself from this conversation without being unbearably rude.

How would Nemanja'janan handle this?

Well, maybe that wasn't the best question to ask. Kamiseen's friend might just fall asleep. An effective end to a conversation, but not one that would actually help.  

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Kamiseen blinked. She was going to leave? That was, well, something of a relief. Had he frightened her off or something? No, he didn't think so, she didn't seem frightened. But he couldn't deny that he was pleased by this turn of events.

"Okay," was his only response to the lioness. Maybe it was getting too cold out for the mortal as the sun started its descent for the day. Or maybe she had someplace to be. He did not, and so he was intent on remaining where he was for a bit. He really did miss the snow.