Laying Boundaries

Costa's voice fell on him like a foreign reign. From the get go he'd read her personality as something like his own, and liked her. He gave her a broad grin, nevermind that it wasn't very kingly. "Just Mithras is fine," he said. "Or sir," he said a bit more dramatically, followed by, "M'lord, My Lord, Your Highness, Your excellence, et cetera, et cetera." He snickered and waved a paw, praying to the gods that she'd know he was joking. He was hardly that full of himself.. You know, mostly.

She asked if he was busy, and claimed to have been working the lands, learning and gathering. He smiled at that, appreciating her initiative and curious as well. "Anything noteworthy? And thank you for the good work, its nice to hear. If you need any help with the planting, let me know. I'd love to learn a thing or two!" He paused, looking up into the sky at the passing clouds, laden with spring rains. "Costa, had you thought of what school of learning you would follow?" He had given a brief description of rank and structure after the initial meeting to those who had stuck around, though he wasn't sure if she'd been there or not.