#hope its ok that i made nessus afraid of her

[keepmovinjunior]

˗ˏˋ @aamaranthiine * said : "try to be a little bit more careful next time."

Megara rises, slowly, from the water. Such a voice is hardly human. It's soft and feminine and silvery as a bell, and it rings through the clearing, almost as if the light upon the water speaks. Nessus, the river guardian, is an unforgiving brute, and yet, he had fled. He had almost CHOKED a few moments ago ━━ spotted something ... stared into the forest at someone Meg couldn't see ━━ and, finally, released her in a panicked open hand. He had run off and into the thicket; snorting and grunting in frustration and evident anguish. At least for now, Meg has been spared from his horrid whims.

Or maybe not. Was it thanks to this mysterious being, or in fear of? WHO WAS SHE, AND WHERE?

All Meg can hear is a voice. Leaning toward the trees, tepidly, she looks for whom had addressed her ... unsure, cautious, tense to face an immortal. She is no stranger to the gods, and what they can do.

❝ Yeah, sure, I'll uh ... keep that in mind. ❞ She frowns. Water drips from her hair and her clothes, and she narrows her gaze. The trees are thick, but she thinks she can glimpse ... some white? A horn? Was that ... a horse? Or not quite...

❝ Who are you? ❞