Common

Aegir feels a little strange, being on display such as he is. He can feel the eyes of others on him, appraising him. He wondered if it was like this for everyone who came to the Commons. It wasn't a comfortable feeling, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. It felt good to feel seen. He hadn't felt as though someone had really looked at him since he was a child. Even his father when they had reunited had seen what he had wanted to. He did not see the pain of Aegir's face when he embraced him.

Hello, someone says from close by and Aegir turns his muscular neck to face the source of the noise. A mare, taller than him, desert sand swathed in white. She seemed to be examining him like the others but she, unlike the others, had made the bold step to approach him. "Hello Arsinoe," his voice is strong and deep, like an ocean storm, the same one that lingers behind his dark blue eyes.

"I am Aegir," he offers, shifting his entire body to face her now. She smells of sand, similar to Atlantis but so far from it. It's similar and yet so different. He wonders where she is from, his head tilting slightly to the side as he watches her. "Son of Eydís and Sigurðr," he adds, despite whatever feelings he had regarding the both of them they were still his parents. Of nowhere, he thinks, but judging by the way she is looking at him, Aegir thinks she may already know that.