So why was it today that he sat on the docks feeling as though he had to do something, be somewhere. Meet someone. It was a weird sensation he couldn’t exactly remember. Scratching at his head he wondered if this was even the sensation of his own body and not that of someone elses. Perhaps it was an echo of the person that came before trying to remind him of something. Maybe his restlessness also came from the desire to help others.
He had spent much of today sitting about; reading and learning about the cultures of the world. From books and from stories. So why did he feel this way? The golden giant of a demi-god found himself pacing in thought; brows furrowed deep. Thinking about what this sensation could mean to him. He was practically burning a hole in the docks with how much he was pacing.
It had been a few weeks more now since his ‘birth’ and during that he felt… Like he was growing exceptionally well. But something felt off to him. Like he needed to do something specific to help sponsor that more. That he could show that he could do more. But what? He’d grumble and cross his arms. Back towards the island deep in thought while the waves lapped at the posts that held the planks up.
”...Maybe…”
Was one of the few words that could be made out from his musings, something further almost like song came from him. Like he was singing but not quite; like he was making music but not really. And oh boy was something bothering him…