DIN
Making a noncommittal sort of sound from the back of his throat, Din continued to stare at the goddess -Lullaby, she'd said, although Din had never heard of her before- before another sound caught his attention and he turned, facing the staircase that he had been climbing up himself just a moment ago. Almost absently, his sense of hearing detached itself from his body and left to confront the intruder. A moment later, Din's sight followed as well. His physical body was by now exhausted of most of its senses, left with just taste, which he didn't usually have much use for anyway, and he pushed it to the back of his mind.
It looked like a human, by all means a completely regular one, save the weapons he seemed to have on him. But then again, plenty of people carried weapons. Din flitted about the human, hearing nothing more than footsteps on the ground and seeing just that, before retreating back to his physical body, disappointed. He'd thought something interesting might be coming. Sometimes, spending all your days simply wandering about got exceedingly boring. Din blinked a few times when his sight returned, getting used to it again, before telling the goddess, 'I think you have a visitor.'
RAFFE
'Why, hello there.' Raffe called out cheerfully when the mortal came into view, smiling brightly, 'Are you lost?' Of course, he knew that she wasn't. What he was wondering, however, was how she'd managed to locate him. The girl was a perfectly human-looking human -brown hair, brown eyes, no particular distinctive markings whatsoever- and usually gods were the only ones that could sense his presence. Or, rather, why would she approach him? There were only one or two ways to sense a god, and neither really set up the god in question as a friendly, welcoming person to be approached in the thick of nowhere. Interesting, interesting. 'If you happen to be lost, do allow me the honor of showing the way. Where do you want to go?' Leaning forwards to free his hands, Raffe made a wide gesture with them before pushing himself off the ground, making a great show of brushing off the dirt. 'Well?' He raised an eyebrow, 'What do you say?'