Though he was the twin brother of a god, Kieran much preferred living on Earth. He found he liked it better, living a casual life on his own, rather than surrounded by guards or bombarded with questions from the citizens of Xacerin, the realm of beasts; otherwise known as "monsters," a less formal name. Yes, Kieran shared the same blood as a god, but he was not one himself. He didn't know how to deal with that kind of pressure.

He did, however, visit quite often. It was a challenge at first, what with his visual defect, but his brother had always been very generous, sending him several knights to accompany him through the means of teleportation. However, he'd gone through the route so many times before, he decided he'd take the risk of going alone, surprising Loki. He didn't want to bother the god yet again with the request of company.

He pressed his thumbs together, bringing them to his forehead and murmuring a quiet demand in Xeluian. Only when he heard the faint humming of the opening portal sound did he drop his cane and step through. He couldn't physically see, but the light still flashes around him. White here, spotches of black there.. Then the dizzying sensation dropped and he stumbled to the ground, always a bit dazed after teleportation.

He listened for the familiar bustling of the markets or the chatter of children playing on roads but heard only commanding yells. Yells that weren't Xeluian. The tongues sounded similar, yet the words different.. A variation. Kieran wasn't in Qandelux. Judging by the yelling, he was in Divetro. The military kingdom.

"Excuse me," he called in whatever broken Diviten he could remember. He could hear all of the voices dying down, turning to curious murmurs as they noticed his appearance, "Where is your god?"