The colorful woman would lash out in some OTHER language, and Mithras' head began to spin. Surely this one had not been covered by his father, as he did not understand a word of it. His brows narrowed. Perhaps it was gibberish, perhaps she'd hit her head really hard. But she reverted back to a language he kind of knew soon enough, until she started saying bigger words and lost him all over again. He was at least able to gather that she was not terribly injured. Luck must have been on her side, it seemed to be quite the descent.
"Speak slow," he pleaded with a chuckle. "I am not well with this speaking. From far away I come. Er..." Massive, he understood that one. He also gathered that she thought he had been sent by others, and with the reverence she placed upon their names, he could only assume that they were gods. "This is not so," he said with a small frown. "These are your gods, yes? I am not fond of godly creatures." He offered a small smile, somewhat apologetic, knowing that for others gods were all the world had to offer. He gave a small nod, something like a bow, and smiled. "I am called Mithras."
(Hover over speech text for translation)
"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!
