“You didn’t say anything…”
Arkay shook his head to clear his thoughts, unaware that someone was talking to him. Turning to his left, he saw Kayel, the All-Ksa and leader of the Skyavok, standing there, staring at him.
“Was I supposed to?” Arkay blinked. “I introduced myself, everyone else introduced themselves and then you all started discussing your Skyan problems and issues and solutions and all that and there wasn’t any need for me to say anything.”
“So you thought everything we discussed was fine?” Kayel seemed… suspicious more than anything else. Arkay wasn’t sure why at first. In fact, he wasn’t really sure what his deal with the Skyavok was in general. They hadn’t really… discussed it yet, aside from Arkay giving the Skyavok advice and guidance.
“Yeah, I think so. Didn’t seem like there was anything odd that I needed to step in and talk about…” Arkay paused, thinking back. “Although I am sorry for spacing out at the end. Was something… death-y that I needed to deal with.”
Kayel perked up a little, clearly with curiosity. “What… sort of thing?”
Arkay waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, nothing much. Just a necromancer cult. Already dealt with thanks to a natural disaster.”
“But what about us?”
“What do you mean, what about you?” Arkay was confused again.
“What if we had a necromancer cult or something? What if we did something to bother you?”
“I’m… still not sure what you mean…” Arkay stuttered. “You seem to think I might… suddenly go against you or something?”
Kayel hesitated. “Uh… maybe? No one really knows who you are. I mean, I trust you. Most of the Ksa Leaders have some level of trust in you. But you are still a mystery wrapped in a Skyan-skinned enigma. Sure, you said that you’ll guide us but don’t want us worshipping you and all that but…” Kayel tipped his head to one side, looking Arkay up and down. “No one knows you. Like, at all. I bet your holy sibling deities don’t even really know you…”
Arkay stared back at Kayel. “Are you suddenly no longer trusting me?”
“No! Not at all!” Kayel protested. There was a pang of fear in his voice, understandably. “I just… You’re… uh… scary. And mysterious. And no one knows what you might do next. I mean, a death god suddenly siding with a nobody race of no ones? That’s… weird.”
“You think little of… your kind…”
“So do you though, don’t you?”
Arkay rubbed his eyes. “I have no idea where this conversation is going.”
“I’m just…” Kayel hesitated again. “No one really knows what you really want and no one knows what you’ll give us in return. And we’re too scared to ask.”
“I don’t really want anything though. I just want a mortal race to watch over and be friends with.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I know it’s hard to trust me and all that, but I really don’t want to hurt any of you. At least not outside the confines of my normal godly duties.”
“So why didn’t you say anything during that meeting while we discussed our future?” Kayel asked.
Arkay shrugged. “Because I didn’t need to. You guys are doing fine.”