It’s with an easy smile and a cheerful hum that Ollie makes his way to the seat of power. He snags a glass of water before finishing the relatively short walk, wrinkling his nose yet again at the smell of it. Even with a naiad in charge of things, the water has no life - drained of it’s true potential. He drinks it anyway and pats the counter next to the empty glass before moving on.
He waits his turn patiently. There’s no line for this court of audiences, but even he isn’t bold enough to think he can approach a throne without invitation. Though now that he’s seen the throne of the Queen, he find this one much less intimidating than before. At least enough to not be tongue-tied like an idiot. He’s still berating himself for the poor show in what can only be assumed to be an uncommon appearance by a siren beyond the veil.
The train of thought continues as they tend to do, and he finds himself reminiscing about the world of the fae. It’s strange to remember it as the place his people originally came from, but the familiarity about so many things is hard to ignore. He wonders if his people had tried to cultivate the beautiful flowers or other things like them when they first crossed over and settled the mortals’ seas.
There’s a few pleasant minutes of picturing the ocean-bottom gardens his people already have with mixes of the flora he got mere glimpses of during the trip. When the Heir beckons him forward, there’s a flutter of danger in his belly, but the smile returns and he gives them a half-bow. “It hasn’t been long since I saw you last, but you seem even lovelier then before. My request may seem trivial to take up your time this way, but I am hoping you’ll have a quick solution.”
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