Poseidon spent most of his time on the beachfronts of Mythos. It was only natural, considering his title. The few times he decided to return to the city's limits, he really only did so to see his brothers and check up on the the state of the city. Poseidon hadn't always been reclusive. He hated being alone, actually, but the mortals living in Mythos were less than thrilled to see him out and about. Since it would be against Mythos law to harm the pretty little defectors, he has opted for solitude.

Over the span of the last few months, Poseidon found himself a frequent guest. A mortal who would come out at around noon every day to walk the beach. He noticed how they never seemed to get in the water, even shying away from incoming waves to avoid it at all costs. He had also noticed the way they didn't seem to look at him with disdain or hatred like the other mortals, but rather... curiosity.

It had taken a few of their little run ins for the sea god to officially greet them. He approached them after they flinched away from a wave gently reaching to brush against their bare ankle and, with a deep chortle. "It's just water," he had tried to sound reassuring, but his tone felt mildly irritated. Offended, even. "It's not going to hurt you, dear mortal."

Poseidon waited for their response, but he was just met with a wide-eyed stare. Fear. He frowned and took a few small steps back to make himself seem smaller and less threatening. His hands lifted into the air, a sign of harmless surrender from the ancient god standing before them. "I mean no harm," he added quickly, a scowl crossing his features.

Poseidon let out a soft breath and moved one hand to rub the back of his neck. Still unpopular among the mortals, he had to silently remind himself. Don't make it worse.

"You avoid the water," he voiced his observation and cocked his head to the side. "Why? You can't swim or something?" It was mostly a playful taunt, but when he was met with an averted gaze and fiddling thumbs, he let out a scoff.

"You can't swim."