Raiden had gone planetside with Ailyshia at Theiorn's request, but once there, had given the Queen far more space than the male would have ever dared. Raiden occasionally looked to her well being, but only so far as coming within sight of her to make certain she appeared otherwise well.

He was what some might consider dressed down for the occasion. Gone is the elegant blue tabard and armor on his arms and legs. Instead, he is in a rather peasant-like Gi, blue wrappings about his arms and legs as he goes about doing what he finds to be helpful. He has watched mortals go from hunter-gatherer tribes, to agricultural and then technological masters of their realm. There has not yet been need to call the rain, but soon he will need to do so. The land is parched and in need of relief.

He's been milling about with others but finally comes over to Ailyshia, properly within speaking distance before offering her a small nod of his head. His hands are slightly stained with dirt, but somehow his clothes have not suffered even a smudge though he's been doing all manner of work. As far as the covering on his head seems warm under the alien sun, he doesn't appear to be sweating either.

"Queen Ailyshia, may I join you?"