holidays bring out cousins you never even knew

An icy gaze flickered toward Kostas as he posed his question. Her expression was unwavering, and her voice cut through the gentle whispers of the willows. "Γιατί εδώ;" she repeated, her tone velvety but edged with a sharpness, "Επειδή αυτή η γη είναι ώριμη για την αρπαγή. Εάν μερικά σκουλήκια και ένας κατακόκκινος ουρανός είναι αρκετά για να σας κάνουν να αμφισβητήσετε την αποστολή των πρεσβυτέρων και την αξία των εδαφών, τότε ίσως πρέπει να επανεκτιμήσετε το θάρρος σας. Ξαδέρφη."

As they were nearing Erebros she took another moment for face Kostas, her eyes piercing and intense "Τα σκουλήκια επίσης θα περάσουν. Τίποτα δεν διαρκεί για πάντα. Όχι οι δονήσεις, όχι οι παράξενες θλίψεις. Και όταν το κάνουν, ο Βορέας θα σταθεί. Αλλά οι Dunamis θα αντέξουν." her lips curled into a proud smirk, "Αυτή η γη είναι γη Dunamis και δεν διστάζουμε να διεκδικήσουμε αυτό που είναι δικό μας."

That would be enough on that topic for now. Her eyes then moved to Eudora and her ears flicked at the she-wolf. Her cousins disdain for the mud hadn't escaped Enyo's notice though today she chose not to address it directly. Instead, she focused on what mattered.

"Οι Πρεσβύτεροι σας έστειλαν εδώ για κάποιο λόγο και περιμένω να ανταποκριθείτε στις προσδοκίες τους. Υπερβείτε το πρότυπο Dunamis." There was no room for mediocrity here.

As they approached the densite, Erebros came into view. His imposing figure a familiar source of reassurance and authority. Enyo dipped her head briefly, a subtle acknowledgment of her brother's presence. She stood silently as he addressed Kostas and Eudora. When Erebros glanced her way she met his gaze with the same confidence upon his own maw.

"Φυσικά, αδερφέ." she replied simply. She knew Erebros had no patience for incompetence and she was even less forgiving for those who didn't meet her standards. Dunamis were Gods.

She allowed herself a small smile as Erebros spoke of drinks and reacquainting themselves. Would they be so lucky to drink heavily tonight? Enyo was never one to turn down a celebration, especially one hosted by her own. Despite the challenges that loomed before them, there was a deep satisfaction in seeing the Dunamis in action. In seeing them come in waves and spread through the land plentiful and fast like mustard seeds.




"GREEK"
"SPEECH"