Had Elohim been given a window into Lillyheart's thoughts, it would have been difficult to decide just which one would have bothered him most: that he seemed important, or moved in a way that suggested he was, or that he had been compared to a bloodline he'd never once been acknowledged by. Then again, the Angels were little more than a story about a part of Moladion to Elohim. Eden, his father, always had more to say regarding the bloodline, but any conversation regarding it often left Elohim with more questions - or frustrations - than answers. Demons were much the same. Stories, just stories. Achlys might have been of their blood, one of their kin, but Elohim never felt as such, and had never been acknowledged as such. In any case, he'd found it difficult to care. Besides, he had already borne children to a bloodline many deemed as unforgivable, detestable, and an array of other unkind, sinister words. He'd been born to live as a fool, but he could at least do his best to not be a complete hypocrite.
Without even knowing it, Elohim was eternally grateful that some thoughts stayed quietly in the minds of those who thought them, after all.
When she spoke, he leaned in just a little - just enough to make it clear that Lillyheart had all of his attention, so lolng as she wanted it. Still, she mentioned a son, and one of his ears flickered back to listen. His brow rose, but only silence seemed to meet them. Alas, she says but in that moment, Elohim couldn't help but think it hadn't entirely been a pity that they were alone. It hadn't taken much, but he'd quickly decided that the stranger he'd found had lived quite a tale. Lillyheart spoke with a voice that was a combination of hoarseness and surprising femininity, and its timbre had caught Elohim off guard as his company rolled their shoulders. He dared not to ask, to be so direct, but he placed the thought aside to chew on later. Though parts of Lillyheart said male, Elohim had the distinct impression that such a label was not entirely correct. There were all kinds of wolves and strangers in the world, he thought, and it had only ever made sense that he'd find himself in the company of the most unexpected ones.
"I'll be sure to leave something for your son, lest he decide to be a guest after all." He dipped his head, and despite his recognition of the commanding tone of Lillyheart's voice...Elohim moved to sit nearer to her. He took a tentative bite of the stripped flesh, thinking for a moment about just how long it had been since he and the others had been fortunate enough to find such a bounty. Many of them had become accustomed to voles, mice, pheasants and gulls, and the richness of the seal made his stomach feel like a knot. He hadn't been completely able to hide his surprise, and was thankful that Lillyheart had drawn his attention elsewhere.
Yet, his attention had been drawn to something unexpected. It was not the tree, no, or even the way that the water lapped up higher than it ever seemed to be before...No, it had been the name, the word. Litherum. He had moved fluidly to look at the tree she had spoken of, but he seemed to have completely frozen when she spoke such an old, seldom used name. One might have thought he had been taken aback by her smirk, or the implication that Litherum was not as impressive as expected...But no, none of that would have bothered him. Even if Lillyheart had called Glorall all of those things and more, he would not have felt the strange coldness that washed across him like an idle wave...
It was only when she looked to him completely that he shook off the feeling, quite literally shaking out his dark fur as he quickly composed himself. He wore his casual self again, slipping back into his skin with a tilted head and furrowed brows.
"You're right that Litherum might have had more land than this place," he began, his voice slow at first as he tasted the words before speaking them. "But this is Glorall, and not all of Glorall at that. Floods from the north have stolen much of our shoreline and lowlands." He paused, and watched her closely. He wondered how she might react, or if she might not entirely understand at first...After all, Lillyheart had the distinct appearance, smell and movement of a wolf far older than any Elohim had seen before. It would have been an easy mistake to make, to think that he had agreed to share a meal with a ghost, and the mention of Litherum had only made him less sure that he hadn't in fact done just that.
"Parts of Litherum, I am told, might still exist on the eastern side of the island off of Glorall's coast." He sat straight, and felt unprepared for any reaction his companion might give to his implications. In truth, Elohim did not want to be the one to explain what had happened all those years ago...And it left him wondering: how had this stranger not come to know it sooner? Litherum, Trenus, Paracon...Elohim knew the names, some of the history, but such knowledge had always been common. Even those wolves that came from beyond Moladion often knew something of the fire that had come from the sky. How, then, had Lillyheart been left so deeply in the dark?