Mithras had spent the better part of the morning looking for his sister. She had been everything he could have dreamed as far as her rank went in the pack, and further more as a sister. He had been busy getting things back together after the flood, and now these newcomers and refugees, well they had more young mouths to feed. That was partially what he'd come to tell her about but mostly he just wanted to catch up. Unfortunately, Caia was far too good at her job, and it was hard to catch her between patrols and hunts. Always on the move, that one! Well, he could understand that at least. It was probably genetic!
He finally found her sprawled out in the grass. She looked comfortable, peaceful. He smiled. In their native tongue he said, "Slacking on the job, huh?" Mithras laughed. "I'm kidding, before you try to disembowel me... Gods, but it is a beautiful day." It was nice to have those old words tickle his tongue once more. He was using the Old Language so infrequently now, and he hadn't even realized it. Filled with a sudden wave of nostalgia, he flopped down beside her with a sigh. "What a life," he mumbled. They had already gone through so much, and personally he was starting to feel a lot older than his two years.
- Mithras
NOTE: Caia, Faria, and his children are allowed in all of Mithras' thread, regardless of their status. If you're threading with him, expect them as well!
