One by one, they arrive.
They come alone or with families, clustered with those familiar. Tiphon, ever watchful, observes as the numbers trickle in and scatter across the beach. A smile stretches across his lips, thrilled in the sense of what is coming. This party of sorts is a welcomed change to the monotony and suffering that currently plagues all of Beqanna. With so much destruction and infection, it had been too beautiful of a thing to turn down. His home, this beautiful island, is more than perfect as a venue. Laughter will rise above the surrounding pestilence and smiles will brighten the exotic flowers and world around them.
To be excited is an understatement.
Tiphon eagerly waits, quickly stepping from the foliage and onto the shore just as Heartfire (a stranger to him) arrives with loved ones close on her heels. A face of hospitality smears across his handsome face as he closes the space among them, his molten eyes dancing across them. ”Welcome to the Island Resort. I’m Tiphon,” he doesn’t add his role, doesn’t include that he is the host to this marvelous gathering. The information is moot as excitement builds with every passing breath. His wings stretch to their tips, his aura illuminating each of them before he slowly closes them against his sides again. ”I hope you will enjoy your time here,” but this sounds like a closing statement! Not at all what he wants as he shifts with the sand hissing underfoot.
”Out of curiosity, where do you come from?” He has focused so intently on his own island that he hasn’t ventured beyond its borders. There is an entire world outside and yet he has isolated himself here, focusing on the families that fled to safety – to him. Very few have required his assistance, but he is a hovering entity, waiting to apply a balm to anyone’s symptoms.
Tiphon