Nywele had grown annoyed with the mixed reactions of mortals to his presence. Leading him to seek refuge among those of his kind. He would most likely not stay long, but he did entertain the idea of conversing with a god or goddess...goddess preferably of course. He was still a relatively new god so he has not met as many of his kind as he would have preferred. He wondered if he would be picked on for his domain. Mortals seemed to think it funny at times. After all what was manes compared to ocean, fire, or other commanding elements and emotions. No matter how many important uses he could name for the mane it was still something one could possibly live without though he would never understand why one would want to.
Silently he watched the goings on of the area. Curiously he watched as a mortal soul made it's way towards the golden gates. Gods and goddess moved as though they knew what they were doing or they had something of importance to deal with. Would he ever have a pride to appear to or to watch over in particular? Nywele sighed and decided to begin to look for someone who didn't seem to busy to stop and talk with him.
