The sky was a blue that could make any worries wash away. Past the villages, past the dark woods, and even past the swamps, in the heart of the forest. The ethereal, rolling flower fields brought a sweet scent through the surrounding trees. And right in the middle of it? Charus. The gorgeous, magical god, Charus. And yes, he's very busy. With god work of course. Lounging languidly on his back porch, on his back, arms outstretched, chiton shifting. But he doesn't care one bit. Yes, this is his divine purpose. The god yawns, rolls slightly, and goes back to work. And stays like this for a long while. Just the birds, the flowers, and... Yeah, that's about it. Life of a lonely god, truly. After a few more minutes, he looks up at the cloudless sky. The same one he fell from all those years ago. He sighs and turns onto his side, a more...productive angle. Same birds, same quietness, same...loneliness. Until- Oh? There's a blur of something, or rather, someone, moving behind the trees. Curiosity made the god pull himself away from his priorities. He sits up, robes flowing down to the ground. He starts to go to the figure walking by, his new goal to try and get a reaction out of his new visitor. "Hellooooo? Oh, how lonely am I..." A dramatic hand goes to his forehead. "Ah, if only someone could help cure my...my ennui." The man keeps walking. "Um, ahem!" Charus hisses, a white brow arching. "I mean..." He gets into plan b position, quickly stepping forward to lay dramatically on a large stone, robe falling off his shoulder so naturally like it knows its true place. This should do it, he thinks. "Oh, if only a handsome man could come by and look at my..handsome-r body. No catch at all... You can even...touch, if you'd like." His eyes close, then he peeks out of his right one, just to make sure the other man is watching. And he is...completely normal. Not swooning at all. What the hells? "Uh, you know, this is the part where you pray at my feet and tell me I have the eyes of an ancient amber. What aren't you following? Don't tell me...you...you don't find me maddeningly, incredibly, ethereally gorgeous?" Still on the rock, he sits up, looking in horror at the still stoic man in front of him.