The feeling of her weight against him made him strangely more comfortable, at ease. She carried an almost carefree and weightless kind of attitude. One that made him trust her at least a little bit more. Dark ears perked up as she spoke, talking of her own monsters, how they weren't that interesting. But how could it not be when her monsters were something like gods?

As in actual gods? Of what kind? Gekirin doubted they were of the gods of his own culture, though not taken literally and not completely worshiped. Mother never cared for such things, but did have respect for her ancestors. Such an odd pack and family, they were. Where did you come from? Another question that he felt was applicable to this peculiar conversation. Silently he wondered what more she was hiding behind those pretty eyes.

"As in actual gods? Of what kind?" the question seemed to amuse her, an in turn a soft quiet smile played on her lips, something almost nostalgic as if he had brushed against a memory. Mm… yes, she would say at last, voice easy, like it wasn’t nearly as strange as it should have been. Actual gods.

Her head tipped slightly, resting just enough that her temple brushed faintly against his shoulder now the contact was casual and unguarded. The old ones, who argued like lovers. They were beautiful, and petty; impossible to ignore she went on, her eyes drifting somewhere distant for a moment before a faint breath of laughter followed. "Where did you come from?"

You'd know some of their names, I think. Zeus, Aphrodite, Dionysus... she let them fall from her tongue like old friends, lived with rather than worshipped. I didn't pray to them, not the way the others did. I lived...near them, around what they left behind. The stories, rituals, indulgences. She shifted slightly then, settling more comfortably against him as though the telling itself was something she intended to linger in. There’s a place in those stories, she continued, where travelers are offered rest and food, a forgetting of everything that came before.

Her eyes; half lidded as her voice dipped lower.

Λωτοφάγοι she murmured, before giving him the translation. Lotus Eaters, I was one of them. Most people might think it a curse, to forget...to let the world go on without you

A small smile tugged at her mouth.

But, I never minded.

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At first he believed her story to be completely farfetched. That she had lost her mind due to something unseen. But he slowly changed his tune for he too believed in his own gods to a certain extent. The possibility that she might be something of divinity wasn't entirely impossible. I have heard a little bit of such gods, though I do not follow them, nor worship them. I have my own pantheon that I follow. Those of the eastern world of ancient times. But I have never known any to be in the living mortal realm. You are the first that I have met, if you wish to be called such a thing.

Gekirin took in her words deeply, committing them to memory in case he should ever meet with her again. Forgetting everything and moving on, is something that I had once considered if I had the chance There are things in my life better left forgotten. But then I had come to a conclusion despite it all. For who would I be without those memories? Those trials and tribulations? Certainly not the man before you. So I will keep my memories for as long as I can.