He is with Morrigan, speaking to her as equals, unnerved by how simply they had come together and had become of one mind. It is not usual for him, not usual that he would be so easily in someone’s company. It had never been this way - it is addicting, more than a little addicting now that he has come to find his first companion. He wants more, more without thought to what that more might call out of his own flesh when it came time to fight for their sakes.
And then a howl goes up and he can see the recognition on Morrigan’s face, a natural reaction to hearing a familiar voice. He grins, alight with the merry sound of of Taika’s call, and the sprints off in the direction of the sound. He knows Morrigan will follow, can keep up without effort, and so he leaps and bounds with the energy of the immortal hearted, energy he had never expended as a child for childish things… not sure why or what he was doing, but sure that it made his soul soar.
When they arrive, it is not them who reaches the singer first. There is a golden statue of an estival goddess to greet his eyes as well. “It is so good to see you all the way out here. I was beginning to think I'd be spending my winter alone.” He is compelled to answer that preposterous notion. “Neither of you should be seeking company. Nor worrying about spending any season alone.” And though the sentiment is honest and clean in general, there is a twinkle in his eye especially for the one who had no name to be called.
“We heard Taika’s call, and it is nice to put a face to the name Morrigan has spoken of. I am Roman.” He finishes, rather a bit cordial and surprisingly friendly considering his history of interactions regarding people. Samhain and Morrigan have both softened him, soon he might even bring Peregrine here to meet them as well.
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