Poseidon was resting on his throne, it looked as if it were made from sand and shells- formed from the ocean itself, like the ocean floor had molded into the perfect throne for the god. He looked around, watching as fish swam past the carved out windows of his palace throne room. He sighed, a stream of bubbles leaving his mouth. He glanced over and saw you, a trusted member in his palace and called you over with the bending of his index finger.