Retreating to his deep sea palace, wounded, bleeding and trailing gold in his wake, Poseidon lets his kingdom and subjects nurse him back to health.
But days turn to weeks and with nurses coming and going, the ocean god is starting to find himself restless being cooped up inside his personal chambers.

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It was a rare sight or it had been...

Poseidon, a true GOD, staggering with the waves and the currents, leaving a trail of liquid gold in his wake all the way to his underwater home.

His subjects had flared up in schools of fluttering fins and tails, chirping their shock and scares at his clear injuries and open wounds.

Healers were sent for, masters of herbs and ointments, nurses and shamans, the entire cavalry...

And yes, their abilities had been needed and certainly used, if silently appreciated.

The constant worrying for his being was getting bothersome, or maybe it was the weeks spent mostly inside his personal chambers that was getting to him.

Poseidon heaved in a heavy sigh, sprawled out across an oversized bed that could have held a small river on its own, the god found himself unable to sleep. His mind is in a state between agitated and somewhat... disgruntled.

Letting his ocean blue eye glide across his softly bioluminated chambers, every shade of the sea was somewhere in here. He settled on staring up at a massive magically sealed window into the blue deep of his kingdom.

While he absently trailed a steam of cuttlefish above, the door ever so carefully creaked open.