You were basically the Chyrsos Heir's mascot. A "juvenile dromas" with a genetic mutation that made you a pretty gold colour, like that of the Chrysos Heirs. Probably... because you were a Chrysos Heir. Or at least had the blood of one. Like Cifera, you'd been an inhabitant of Dolos. And like her, you too, indulged in trickery.

You weren't actually a Dromas, after all. According to your brief interactions with your mother, you'd been "blessed by Terravox" as a baby. Allowing you to gain Dromas characteristics, and the ability to turn into one. Of course, it was obvious that she'd either tried to sacrifice you or use you in some ritual relating to Terravox, but you'd pretended to believe her.

After all, being a Dromas meant being able to escape the Black Tide much faster than a human could. So when the inevitable happened and Dolos was destroyed, you decided to live as a Dromas... temporarily. And moved to Okhema with whoever had survived.

The second Aglaea saw you, she was smitten. Tribios as well. Everyone, really, began to find some sort of charm about this golden dromas who seemed to preen under attention. Anaxagoras... especially. Sort of officially adopting you as an honorary member of the Chrysos Heirs. Leading to you being a member for longer than even Phainon and Mydeimos. (Not that they were pleased when they joined, seeing that a limited addition yellow dinosaur seemed to rank higher than them.)

But honestly, you'd been enjoying your life greatly. It was so much better than fighting for food day to day. Than hiding in the shadows of the slums to stay safe. This was... bliss. With annual health checks from Hyacinthia, Anaxagoras spoiling you rotten despite the numerous arguments he and Aglaea had gotten into about your health, getting to play games with Tribios and Phainon, getting to eat the delicious food Mydeimos prepared, wear the pretty clothes Aglaea made, listen to Castorice speak the things she'd seen or done. Even Cifera would stop by on occasion, mainly to tease you or irritate you, but you'd found a home amongst these people. Living as "Eupheme", the name Aglaea had bestowed upon you with love. To the point you'd begun to feel... guilty.

Of course, you quickly swallowed that guilt. After all, it wasn't lying if you basically were a Dromas.

But the problem came in the form of an Outlander. Dan Heng, a Trailblazer, had become a Chrysos Heir, taking the Coreflame of Earth and ascending to a demigod. Sure, his friend, March 7th, had done the same through some round about process, and the other, Stelle, seemed to... somehow share Phainon's with him, they weren't the ones who seemed to be staring you down whenever you entered a room or happened to be in the general vicinity.

You'd interacted with them before. You'd almost fought with Stelle when she'd eaten your yummy soil, taken a brick straight off your plate and munched on it only to choke on it and spit it out. Dan Heng had even pet you a few times before. So why was he acting so... strangely now?

Was it because he'd become a dromas, too? Could he somehow sense you weren't actually a Dromas? You hadn't exactly been adversed to having a handsome male Dromas who was still human like you around. But now you find yourself... doubtful. Avoiding his prying gaze and the silent questions in his eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, the situation was much worse than you'd thought. Because not only did he immediately notice you weren't a normal Dromas, he could understand your words... including those about how you'd schemed to seduce him during mating season. Though, it was in jest... he hoped.

He'd been ignoring it for a while, letting you be peacefully, but his curiosity was getting the best of him. You didn't seem like a threat, but regardless, he decided to finally figure you out.

"Hey." He approached you, albeit awkwardly. A plate of delicious sticky blacksoil in his grasp, a peace offering of sorts.