He had been tracking his daughter for some time now. The scent of his own offspring was unmistakable. Onias had kept at a careful distance, watching from afar, and seeing how she learned and grew on her own. He did not interfere out of principle; she had been sickly from birth but the wilds seemed to grow her like a weed. In truth, he had thought her dead when she was nowhere to be found one day. Like her name, the circumstances of her survival were just that; eerie. He had found her a month or two later, outside of Moladion and and wandering further away... It was only once that he dared help her, on the coldest night that first winter, he delivered her a white hare. The girl hadn't eaten in weeks, and instinct compelled him to hunt for his kin. Curiously, she had collapsed over it and prayed (to what, he could not tell) in the morning before eating, even though she must have been ravenous.

Onias was thoroughly interested. He had sired a strange, strange girl. Even more strange was when, a week or so ago, she turned and marched right towards Moladion, seemingly with no explanation. From what he could tell, she had been wandering, completely lost. He hadn't even been sure she could remember their home. But, ah, if she was like him then perhaps it needed no explanation, the veil then was the line that would guide her home. The magic here felt familiar here, invigorating. He remembered his thrall, and the great power he'd experienced on the beaches of black sand. The veil was so thin... he could taste the spirits if he flicked his tongue out in the air...

Ah, and here was Beltane, too. The mother of his spawn and keeper of the chamber of his mind, the listener of whispers, who walked the in-between. Did his other children, too? Did they see the wonderful strangeness in the world? Onias was interested to see how Erie would interact with them all. She had gotten lost so young, and so sick. Truthfully, he had thought she'd gone off somewhere to die, and they would come across her small, weak body. But they never did, and months later, he found her far away from this place--strong, healthy, curious about the world. Perhaps he would never tell her that he had watched all that time, perhaps it would embarrass her or frustrate her. But who could pass up a perfectly good opportunity for an experiment? The hare had proven that he wouldn't have let her die.

The rocks here felt familiar underneath his worn pawpads. It would be a good place to rest for the night. He knew that Erie was close by, lurking by the border of Iromar. She was smart, and getting smarter, but he had many years of wisdom upon her. Perhaps she had felt like someone was always watching, if nothing else. Was that the presence that she had been praying too? The thought made him snort, a toothy grin spreading across his face. He didn't have too much work to do then, if his daughter already thought him a god.