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Abdera's long since gone, sixty miles of water away. Just as well, so far as Wells is concerned. That place gave him the creeps even after the thing with the horses was over. It's been a long damn boat ride, one that he doesn't much want to experience again.
The worry that's been plaguing him since he started looking for Hephaistos instead of Apollo comes back as he hops off the boat and onto the island docks: what if the god's not here? What if he is, but it's some version of him that Wells doesn't know? Hell, what if it's just too early for them to've met and he comes off sounding like some wanker looking for a favour? He'd be fucking stuck here. Not that he couldn't make his way, but he'd've wasted time he could've spent trying to run down Spoon's trail- assuming it was here at all-
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and pushes the thoughts out of his mind. The god's sanctuary's supposed to be down that road the ship's captain showed him, so he starts off in that direction.
The worry that's been plaguing him since he started looking for Hephaistos instead of Apollo comes back as he hops off the boat and onto the island docks: what if the god's not here? What if he is, but it's some version of him that Wells doesn't know? Hell, what if it's just too early for them to've met and he comes off sounding like some wanker looking for a favour? He'd be fucking stuck here. Not that he couldn't make his way, but he'd've wasted time he could've spent trying to run down Spoon's trail- assuming it was here at all-
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and pushes the thoughts out of his mind. The god's sanctuary's supposed to be down that road the ship's captain showed him, so he starts off in that direction.