He knew, of course, for some time now that Aquaria would be next, and then had known after Eva had told him - which was, and rightly so, after talking to Aquaria. Suffice to say he’s been waiting for the call, but doesn’t expect major changes. Unless of course she feels like revoking his ‘beach master’ title just because she felt like bugging him, but he doesn’t think she cares that much about him anyway.
In fact, he’s not entirely sure he knows enough about the new Dame of Ischia - but perhaps that is best left for a later conversation. Today, he comes as his horse-shape, although honestly he has oftentimes debated on his way here to take the kelp-horse-shape or a parrot shape, forms that she also knows. But he doesn’t think her sense of humour will overshadow her sense of duty right now, and figured he could do that later, too.
So instead, he settles with a polite nod, watching the rest of the Ischian family arrive, and he doesn’t feel like he needs to say anything to Aquaria all that much - if things will stay relatively the same, he has no objections.
A Tephran arriving however, that is quite a new thing. Curious, the shapeshifter tilts his head at the brown and white mare. She says nothing, just hears the nereid out, and he feels grateful for it - he’d heard what happened the last time such a meeting took place, and wasn’t all too happy about it either. He has heard that Isilya has done nothing to upend the rule of the nereids here, though, he cannot say he ever met a Tephran on Ischian soil; he cannot help but wonder why now. Has anything changed out there?
Yet still - that’s probably another question to wait another day.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken