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Adam remained still as Veti stepped to him, as she took his hand. He was immovable when he chose to be, but now was not such a time. The golem watched and let her grip his dark heavy hand without resisting. It was not often that other sentient beings risked to willingly touch him. He had been built for intimidation, after all. For breaking bones, pulverizing stone, for murder of the most violent sort. Not to receive gentle touches. He privately marked the moment in his mind. Something to tell his feline companion about later. A red-headed human woman had held Adam’s hand for a moment. Although, Adam imagined Optimus would remain characteristically unimpressed.

The golem simply nodded slowly at the expression of thanks given. Veti. He had not decided to seek the ankh to acquire any gratitude, but even he could still feel rewarded by such a seemingly heartfelt gesture. As Veti moved on, Adam stared at his empty hand some seconds longer, until the phantom impressions of another’s warmth faded. Then he let his large hand drop and felt a vague sadness that he had forgotten to give his own name. The touch had distracted him. And the moment had passed.

Battling a golem’s sense of disappointment in himself, Adam slung his hands deep into his coat pockets again and turned sight to the rest of the happenings. There was plenty to see. The large canine with Veti -- which Adam hoped for a chance to pet at some point. Also, a man as grey as death. There again was the one called Nestor and the man’s disembodied woman voice, whose antics Adam was finding a strange affection for. Many of the others gathered blurred in the golem’s mind. They were all… different, yes. Different from those humans that roamed the world obliviously. But Adam had yet to meet many of them, and not all had distinguishing marks that set them incredibly apart.

The child with pink hair did catch Adam’s eye momentarily, though. She reminded him of the female children that seasonally came to his door, peddling their cookies. The golem wondered if she was such a seller of sugary baked goods, even if she appeared drastically grumpier than those he had seen before. Adam always purchased the Do-si-dos for Optimus, but he would wait for a more appropriate time to ask her if she was a merchant of the peanut butter sandwich or not.

Before the golem could further scrutinize the Bain & Hoyle band, Isis came.

Adam did not know how he knew her name, but he did. It sprung to mind without conscious recollection before she had even introduced herself. A name like a deeply buried identifier written in his enchanted makeup, one he had never had reason to wield until now. Something for him to puzzle upon later -- he knew so little of why and how he had been created.

The golem was not exactly awed by Isis, or her words, but her presence affected him, and he remained deeply attentive to the higher-order being. He even removed his sunshades, revealing solid black eyes as sleek and glossy as oil. Then he reached up to remove his fedora, holding it to his chest, as he had seen men do in the black and white movies. At least until he saw from the corner of his eye a creature that stood taller even than he -- and with antlers (Raleigh).

Adam blinked once, twice, then glanced around to see how others were reacting to the goddess and the giant horned nature-beast standing calmly in their midst.

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