The Lord of the Skies smiled, clearly amused by Athena's stubbornness. "Don't strain your genius, now." He chuckled. "Ekimu only knows your struggle, after all."
"And while you're doing that, these people need to learn to respect their elders." He said, straightening his hunched position. "I'll give them something a little more familiar."
His face suddenly buckled, and split open with an ear-splitting snap as the large plate of wood cracked nearly in half. The rest of his body began shifting too, giving his body almost the appearance of an elegant dress despite remaining clearly masculine. Out from the gap in his face a new face emerged, a leafy, mossy one, but aside from the material of its composition it looked shockingly like an Okotan's mask.
One of the Okotans nearby, a hardy farmer, had gotten over the state of shock, and was now bearing down with his gruff voice on the Lord of the Skies. "And who in Okoto do you think you are?"
"I," The Skies said, his voice suddenly far more tolerable and almost elegant, flowing sweetly through the air. "Am the Lord of the Skies, dear friend. And I have come home."
Halmos was starting to get a little tired, and the sun was directly in his eyes as he flew along. We're above the region of water now. Where are they going?
Gladius mused for a split second. There was no direct conclusion that they would actually hit the city from this trail, but a trail somewhere was better than an aimless path nowhere.
"Your eyes are sharper than mine." Gladius said to Keya. He gestured with a slight bow and a sweep of his arm. "After you."
When he wasn't busied with a specific task, he could hear a faint, droning noise, which sounded like the inside of a drum being beaten very fast.
It was the Lord of the Undying Storm snoring like a metallic waste bin.