The journey to the foreign kingdom took Seirion longer than he expected.
He could have transported himself anywhere in the world in a single blink, but he avoided doing so. He didn't want to cross through his own domain, nor did he want to summon the God of Fortune to a direct meeting.
Both methods would draw the attention of other gods. And the last thing he needed was for them to interpret it as an attempt to form secret alliances.
Seirion had to appear as a traveler wandering without hurry, without hidden intentions. A curious believer.
The coast appeared before his eyes after hours of walking. The sound of the sea reached him before the salty smell did, a soft roar that blended with the wind.
Unlike the mountainous domains around his own temple, the God of Fortune's kingdom was a humid strip marked by sea currents and morning mist.
