All through the day, through the waning sunlight, Alexian hadn't moved. Time didn't matter so much to him, and there was almost no difference between day and night anyway. If he'd known there was someone looking for him though, then he would have moved on. Nothing good ever came of people. He didn't even like to drink from them anymore because it meant being too close. Gods and mortals were both just more trouble than they were worth. Sometimes he felt a little lonely, but that came with the several millennium of 'life'.