Gone to the Birds
03-01-2015, 07:28 AM
She seemed to be an understanding sort, for which Mithras was grateful. She spoke patiently, and some of his father's teachings were beginning to come back to him, dusted off with this new use. She would speak of her own skepticism in reference to a higher power, which brought small smile to his lips. Perhaps she was humoring him but at least she had not lashed out in pious offense. She introduced herself as Rainbow syndrome which brought a wide smile to his face, instead of the bark of laughter which he forced himself to tamp down. Many did not like to be laughed at, he'd found, but it was just so fitting. "It suits you," he said in a light, happy tone. His mood was beginning to lift, something that had not happened since his separation from Caia. He would go on to answer her remaining questions. "I come from a small, isolated land in the far east. I do not think you would know it. Our people believe very strongly in gods of every sort. They... They value these mythical beings far more than their own." His eyes would narrow, and Mithras looked away, hoping to disguise the hurt and disgust he felt inside. "Upon witnessing this first hand, my sister and I decided to leave. Since, we have been separated. I am trying quite desperately to find her." His words remained rough and unrefined, yet he believed he was using each word correctly. Right? It wasn't as if he had his father to translate, or Faria, who had always been good at this sort of thing. Hopefully Rainbow would tell him if he was making too many mistakes. "Talk" "You" Think |
