Who: Poseidon, Triton What: A little bit of conversation Where: Triton and Amaterasu’s home, Hawaii When: June 8
Triton hadn’t known to expect his father. He had hoped that Poseidon’s time away wouldn’t be as long as he’d said it would be….or hoped it would be. There had been many years where Triton would have been glad to walk away from everything and sail with his father……but not now. There had been Triteia to think of, and of course Amaterasu. Nothing could have convinced him to leave them for any longer than absolutely necessary, even before Triteia had told him how she was faring, and before Amaterasu had told him the wondrous news he was still trying to absorb.
It was Amaterasu he was thinking of as he walked into the kitchen, and it took him a couple of moments to fully realize what the keys on the counter meant to him. It did, however, register, and Triton left the room without accomplishing what he’d initially intended to do. Instead, he looked into rooms as he passed them, searching for his father. There was nothing to say the other man was still there, but if he was, Triton wanted to talk to him.