Uh-Oh, Spaghetti-O's
01-16-2016, 10:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-16-2016, 10:09 PM by Mithras.)
For some odd reason, Valentine arrived without the fireworks and splendor Mithras had been expecting. He instead brought only a distinct presence with him, one that rivaled Katja's in it's strength. The lands were his, the air was his, gods above, the stars in the sky atop his fields were his. Mithras made a firm note of that, and tagged it with a P.S. "Serious talk" time with the girls. Mithras took a deep breath, trying to collect his many thoughts in the hopes of forming a coherent response. He gave Valentine a quick nod of respect, then said, "My name is Mithras Aeris, leader of Argead, recently formed in the northwest. I wanted only to introduce myself, get a personal sense of the neighbors, things of that nature." He sat back and forced his shoulders to relax. Being on edge was too much work, and if Valentine was going to rip him to pieces, well, he'd probably deserve it. So instead of dwelling on it, Mithras looked out over the flowering forest yet again, taking a deep breath of the sweet spring air. "Pardon my distraction, but this glorious scene behind us has driven me to it. I can hardly imagine what other splendors are hidden in this realm... My daughters would go wild with the petals." He chuckled and shook his head, lost in the thought of it. They'd raised hell over a scrap of fur, he shuddered to think what they'd do with a few million petals. "I'll have to keep them well distracted with work back home." Artemis had been bothering him about going on more patrols outside the borders but Mithras still worried that she was too young. Perhaps soon though, once the floods subsided. "Talk" "You" Think |
