The fey jumped at the sound of hoof beats and a voice loudly calling, putting a hand to his chest with a sigh of relief when he saw a lady saddled on her mount. He had removed the glamour spell that was normally present on his appearance, bearing a striking resemblance to his youngest son. To Kythe the similarities made it clear whom the silver-haired boy took after, and by his brother's appearance a few hints were given on their mother. Tilting his parasol to show his face to the strangers, the fairy dragons ducked behind him, peering from behind his shoulders. They trilled softly, shyly hiding from the new faces. In the time before this chance meeting, Cymbel was doing his best to keep out of the reach of the rather flirtatious dryads, remembering his embarrassment from years before. "Oh, hello?" He answered, voice slightly faltering. Normally he wouldn't impose in such a manner right away, but he was growing more concerned the longer he and his wife were apart. Gathering his courage he asked them: "Pardon me asking you so suddenly, but have you happened to come across a somewhat distraught brunette woman running about? She's a few inches shorter than my height, hair past her shoulders. At a first glance it might be easy to mistake her for my double due to our similar build."
As much as he wished to find Shiloh as soon as possible, he wanted to be discreet and honor her desire to keep her identity hidden from others. Being known as the husband of a deity might put himself in a precarious position, with so many fortune-seekers on the island and all. If she knew he had followed her here, he would get an earful before being whisked back to the house, another reason to find her first before she found him. Small patches of crocus and cyclamens were beginning to sprout around his feet, a trail of blooming clusters showing where he had walked. The enchanted boots worked even in the frigid Glaciem section of Horae, though the flowers that emerged matched the season. Wondering if he had asked for too much from a pair of travelers, he began to apologize. "If you haven't, that's quite alright…I'll be on my way then. I apologize." With a slight bow, he started moving backward only to jump back at the sound of a tree giggling. His face starting to glow a light tinge of pink, he hurriedly attempted to go back the path from which he came.
Though he was harmless, it was clear something was worrying him. He didn't seem to be here for the divine boon of riches that were showering the isle. The little flock of fairy dragons clustered around him as he whispered for them not to drift off. "Where could she be? I hope she hasn't caused anyone trouble." He sighed. Shaking his parasol, a small handful of coins slid off into the dry grass, the gleaming light causing the fairy dragons to swarm around them. "No no, come back here! They're only coins, not sweets. Here, I'm sure I have a few pieces of marzipan and nougat in my pocket…"