Atrius watched her demeanor loose more of its brightness. He watched her tap and scratch at the the slate with the chalk. He thought it over. So was she some kind of god who lived in this place called Atlantis. Some other god wanted to rule, and there was a panic or calamity and she was taken here to the mainland. Well he knew the oceans well enough, not as well as he knew the forests and he was sure there weren't any islands big enough to support some kind of city.<br/><br/>Her mood only seemed to grow gloomier, "So your uncle never showed up?" he wrote it as he spoke it. He never figured she felt lonely, scared, confused, curious, but not lonely. Did gods get lonely? He mentally shook himself. He wondered if he was skulking around the wrong rabbit hole. It must be strange to see the world changed when you expected nothing to happen. It was obvious that whoever was was supposed to wake her never made his deadline, but he didn't give this voice. Atrius didn't want to ruin her mood.<br/><br/>She was so pretty that when she was sad his heart caught in his chest. Well, he thought there was only one more question he had to ask and then they could figure out what to do later. "So," he began writing again, "what do you want to do?" he was just as lost as she was. So he really hoped she wasn't looking for guidance from him. He wasn't exactly knowledgeable about the world beyond his home.