He eyed the god for a moment, eyebrows pulled down in a frown. It was as if he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what. A hand that was resting against one of the handles of his blades moved up, tilting the hide that rested upon his head like a helm back so that he could have a better look at the other. "You don't come here usually." There was a pause as the hand was lowered. "Why is that different today?"
{ ༄ } Ichimokuren eyed the Forest King in return, though his gaze was not unkind. He walked forward, parting the lush foliage so the other could see him more clearly. His dragon circled him in a gentle arc, hanging in the air about the god’s shoulders, and both of them were clad in their more typical forms; having reverted to a calmer state now that the recent turmoil had passed.
“I felt that I ought to make myself known to you, since I was passing this way.” He answered, taking a seat upon a nearby stump. His green-eyed gaze was gentle in concern. “How are you faring, Yamakaze?”