finding; being found

There’s an old story about the god of the forest and the god of the sea, they say.The god of the forest came about it proper— Melora, the breath of Exandria, she had a son, and she named him Caduceus. A god of Exandria’s forest can never really own it, because Melora is the forest— every tree a finger, a strand of hair. The wind her breath— it gets a little muddied when you think too hard about the orientation of it all in terms of divine anatomy, the breeze, as the mother of the world breathing on herself, but that’s never the point of myths, not really.The snake beneath the world had a son, too, they say. Stole him from the surface and dragged him below, so young the only cord left to sever him from the world was the name he’d been given. Fjord. A carving of the world by ice.The funny thing is that he is not the god of the sea, the snake. The god of anything becomes so because the Mother gives part of herself to someone, and Melora had not given him the sea.The snake, he gave his son a job to do when he returned him to the world.He was to steal the sea.