Strange, this stranger. Aodhán had not expected him to go over an introduction after naming the male an unknown; both stallions then, have lived here long enough, if the spotted male is to deduce this from the other male’s speech. As charming as the male is though, he cannot answer his question. ”Haven’t spoken to her in a while, either. And I doubt she shows anyone but her children exactly where she lives.” he shakes his head. As much as he thought that in time he would be friends with the creamy nereid and his sister-in-law-or-such, he also knows they didn’t naturally click as well as he did with Eva, and she hadn’t entrusted him with the exact location. And honestly, he didn't need to know. He could very well defend his own, by himself.
On that note, he tilts his head. ”But perhaps I can help you with the issue?” His bright emerald orbs take in the other male, and he doesn’t truly mind spending a bit of time with such a sight; besides, if there is an issue on any Ischian soil, he felt like he should know as well.
He nods vaguely to their surroundings. ”Name’s Aodhán, by the way. This here, is the sand patch directly north of what I’ve named Skye. You must be from the north then?” Not that there’s much to it, Skye or the sandbank, but it clears any confusion between them about their statuses if there was one - not many males are in Ischia at all, each only with their own tiny responsibilities. He knows Tywyll - or rather Carwyn - well enough to know that he is no kelpie, and he knows that Brennen is a bay winged magician. While the latter could disguise as this merman, he doesn’t think he would, from what he has been told and had vaguely noted of him as a child in Nerine, anyway. So if this man is a Beachmaster like he seems to be, there is only one other island left.
Besides, him coming from the northern island is the most in line with the currents of these waters, this time of year.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Ivar]