ORIGIN

Instead of laughter, what he heard was the rapid rustling of wings atop his head. Ghanyarah slowed slightly, shifting all of his attention to Lituus. He'd hoped that his antics would amuse her. After all, he could hear some furious splashing behind him and assumed that his attempt to knock the polar bear down had succeeded. But Lituus only suggested they help him as thanks for having given Ghanyarah the shard. Well, Ghanyarah wasn't so eager to rescue a newborn Gembound that sounded so darn sassy. But she sounded truly concerned. And when he turned around to look back at the polar bear, he realized that the current had far overpowered him.

Alright, so maybe his attempt to make Lituus laugh had gone awry. Ghanyarah resisted the urge to scowl - after all, this was his fault, and his joke had failed, and now the little polar bear needed his help. Did they know it was his fault? That might be a different story. Maybe he could recover his pride yet. "Well, I suppose I am a little grateful. Alright, punk, hold on!" Ghanyarah said decisively and moved back to the edge of the river, craning his neck to examine what he had to work with. He could easily stop the river current again, but that might clue them into his antics.

His next option? Ice.

Tendrils of magic stretched out over the surface of the river, instantly freezing it into a hard, slippery surface. He froze the water surrounding Odin, leaving the water immediately around him untouched so that he could still move. The ice quickly thickened and stretched out towards the shore where Ghanyarah sat with Lituus on his head, providing a temporary bridge if Odin could get onto it.

Unsurprisingly, both of the youths seemed amazed at his display of magical prowess. Ghanyarah hoisted his head up high, a smug smile sitting on his lips as he watched the polar bear cub sputter and gasp for breath, shivering under his already thick white pelt. He elevated his front end with considerable pride while his rear remained pressed against the stone, his long, whip tail curled around his side. "Magic. Of course. I am an incredibly powerful force in these caves," the reptile said, tilting his head now with a slight gesture as the ice already began to break apart and drift down the current of the river. His gaze shifted back to the babe.

"So what is your name, punk?" the reptile's smugness turned into a genuine smile as he tested the nickname out. He remembered Kin-Kin had referred to him as... what was it again? Grumps... Gramps...? Something that implied he was old. And while Ghanyarah at the time saw no need for nicknames, he was beginning to grow fond of them when he spun them on others. "I am Ghanyarah. This is my companion," he paused, allowing the bat the opportunity to introduce herself.