[Oh, he would laugh- if he only knew. For to him, the people are quite far removed from what a less charitable mindset would consider as real, yes. As is the sky itself. And the land and the greenery and the very rain and the wind. All somewhat disappointing, truth be told. The gist of what these things should be. Nothing else.

Yet. That is not where his focus should lie. It should lie on the one before him, this Erichthonios, and as it does- he finds himself one of two things. Chiefly, feeling a vague speck of fondness come to him. Secondarily, quite amused that he either took nothing in from the explanation he would have been given... or omitted it entirely.]

And I you.

[And he does mean it. His eyes even form crescents, briefly, before he sobers.]

Our people, regrettably, are rather few and far between upon this star. For that is where you find yourself. These lands are nothing to do with our Etheirys. They, as the people and creatures upon it, are something else entirely.

[Well. Most of the people. ...He'll get to that.]

A form of magick was used to bring us here. A rather rudimentary sort, from what I have been informed, yet effective nonetheless. Those of Solvunn, where you find yourself now, believe said magick to be the work of their guardian deities. -Oh!

[He gestures toward Erichthonios, and the trinket he had been gifted.]

You wear one of them now. About your neck.