Light tugs and gentle pulling. The longer he kept his focus on it, the more familiar it became - not a stranger, then. No new players - anything was possible in these times - who wanted to test their boundaries and flex their young muscles.
It was a boy's face that emerged; bright blue eyes, which, once you'd seen them, you wouldn't forget. Red's charming young-and-not friend. The only boy Zeus would talk about without frowning. Seth's mouth curled up at the small smile and the wave Caerus chose to greet him with.
The seat right next to him was vacated three heartbeats and five steps before the Greek reached him. Whose doing was it? Did it matter? The stool was empty. Everything else was inconsequential.
"You sure are a sight for sore old eyes, young master Rhys. Here on your own tonight?"