It looked like it was going to storm, and Triton was doing his best to ignore the fact. Rainstorms led to thunderstorms, and those unsettled him like almost nothing else could. What reassured him was the promise of company later on.
He happened to be alone, a rare thing these days. Between Amaterasu and Triteia, his days were most pleasantly occupied. It was chance that had left him alone as the storm was coming in, chance that had left him reading alone in one of the living rooms.
In an effort to distract himself, Triton had thrown himself into the book, determined to be lost in it until someone came home. Amaterasu, who he could sit with and ask about the teahouse she had seen to, or Triteia, who he could sit with and ask about anything, since he still had catching up to do where she was concerned.
Either of them was wanted, both could keep him from thinking too much.
Triton was doing a credible job of involving himself with the book when the door slammed open and he heard the yell, the strange voice. In an instant he was up, striding towards the front door. It didn’t matter he had spent years quietly keeping to himself and collecting art, he was still his Father’s son, a warrior, and someone had just trespassed in his home. It was all the more offensive as he now had other people in the house to worry about, to protect. Fury rose quickly inside him at the thought of any danger they might find themselves in if they came home to this.
They were what he thought of as he set eyes on the man, a stranger. Not just anyone, not a mortal. Triton didn’t stop as he moved forward. He wanted the stranger out of his home immediately.