"Wooo, what a beauty!?"
He quizzed. He was in the air after many struggles between himself and his ego. He hadn't wanted to follow the Athena but what choice did he have? He would have to go back to the ladies or the tree and he wouldn't do neither of the two.
He had passed through the height of the waterfall. The beauty of the sight he was beholding was what had prompted him to saying that which he had said earlier.
The tongue of the sun was lashing venom on the curves of the waters driven by a rage he was yet to figure out.
At that moment, he wasn't only following Athena, he was also after the beauty. He wanted to figure out the birth of all the radiance and the aesthetic.
Athena was few miles away from him. He could see her but not so clearly. Her sway seemed to merge with the strength of the sun.
The only meaning Vulcan could read to it was the fact that Athena had a connection with the sun.