Tafari had established two main haunts, though he would never admit to them. He liked to be known as a wanderer, but recently he had been going to and from two places in particular. The first was the wide expanse of rogue lands in the mortal realm. The second was the god haven. He liked the solitude that it provided for him, away from mortal life. He liked that his powers weren't always turning the minimal vegetation around him to stone.
And he liked, though he didn't know it, the frigid nature of the air and the snow that fell around him. It was a constant and that alone was a comfort, even if he always felt miserable whenever he went to the haven. He would come to realize in time that he liked it there, but something he was coming to realize quite quickly is that he was rarely there alone. Oh, gods.
Syrius Lionwing
I hope you don't mind me starting an RP between our two gods! heart