Was it the wind? Was it was a mirage, a trick played upon him by the heat and the fumes of this landscape? Or did he truly hear his sisters voice, did he truly see her there running towards him. It was not until her celestial form careened into his own that he would allow himself to believe that they had found each other at last. Any thought of where they were, how they had come to be there, what had happened... It was all washed away. "Caia!" he cried out. "Sestra, ti si živ! Fala mu na boga, mislev deka sum si go izgubil zasekogaš." Tears began to well in his eyes, and then she was there.
Even through the sulfurous fumes this scent was Caia's, his sister. Just as she would embrace him, he too would rear upwards, locking his own arms around her neck. He held her tight... and then they were tumbling. Rolling down and down, side over side, head over heel, yet Mithras was oblivious to it all. He had no eyes except for the celestial coat he had been unable to chase from his thoughts since that blasted storm had ripped them apart. His kin, the last true blood he had in the world. She was SAFE! And he would never leave her side again.
Rocks and scree dashed into his ribs, scratched and scraped and bit at him. He grunted, cursed, and when they finally came to a stop he let out a groan which would become a laugh. "Toa ne e duri i edna minuta," he wheezed, "i veḱe ste se obiduva da me ubie. Dali Jas navistina te natera da si tolku lud?" Mithras turned away to roll onto his back, staring up at the sky above them. It had never looked so blue or bright. This was a sky to herald a new future, he decided at once.
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"Talk" "You" Think
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!
