Helvetios

Helvetios moves very, very slowly. He's aware of the roll of every socket, the flex of every joint, so as not to disturb his charge. He moves so slowly, in fact, that the clan of Ista have started to take advantage, using him as a large sturdy table for any of the smaller members of that day's construction crew to get up to the damaged spot.

In the moss growing along his back, a group of fae have set up house. They're so small he can barely see them, but he can hear them whispering and giggling. He walks with his head forever tilted over his shoulder, to better hear the singing.

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