#loving it so far - just a lot of knowlege to digest /silly

[just-a-mer]

Odysseus can't help but giggle at that. More time with him seemed like a plan that he could get behind. However, his smile quickly faded as scales met smooth skin. Slightly panicked, the young prince releases Tiresias' hand and glances between the two quickly.

"Uh - Tir, your snake is on me. What do I do?" Was Erechtheus venomous? Was it planning on biting him? Oh gods, he hoped not. Think of it like an eel, he tried to calm himself, just a slithery friend. Same as the ones he could encounter in the water. He can get used to it. Definitely.

Young Siren!Ody rp/open starter! (Set in the past, of course. Little Ody will not know about future events, but the past... feel free to interact as your present self or as a past version too! Have fun!)

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 140

Tw Warning: None!

Odysseus’ small claws dug into the wood of his bow, ears lowered in concentration. His legs were dangled over the edge of a fallen tree, bare feet barely brushing the soft grass. The only other sound between the scraping and nature itself was a quiet melody flowing from his lips. While the lyrics were nothing short of a mumble, they still danced along the wind, carried with gentle hands to greet the ears of whoever listened nearby.

He paused for a moment to blow the pieces of clipped wood from the indentations, wiping the remaining dust out with the edge of his cape before returning to his carving: a series of designs that would not mean anything to the common eye. Forget-me-nots, feathers, scales, and a thick thread all woven together to create a partially completed design on the handle.

Tagged: @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @thrpr0phetuseek @jump-into-my-op3n-arms @1ceyanonhasarrived @sleepy-4n0n (let me know if you'd like to be removed - you are also not forced to interact /gen)