Mithras grumbled and scuffed a paw across the sand. The previous few moons had been a real pain in the ass, and he wasn't above showing his frustration to anyone willing to watch. 'Moping' was such a strong word, but he was certainly in a funk. He hadn't seen Caia or Faria for so long, and he was slowly being driven loony with worry. The winter months had seem him weakened, sick, and stranded farther from his new home than he'd ever been before. If not for a few kind strangers, the behemoth didn't know where he'd be. Of course... he'd lost track of them too. He sat down with a huff. The Diamáchi had been good to him, and if he ever found his sister and friend he planned on introducing them, only... That had to come first. It was nearly summer, and his strength had returned. It was time.
A flash of motion caught his eye, and he turned his broad head to see a dark fae moving near the surf a ways down the shoreline. She seemed bigger than most but it was hard to tell from the distance, her coat dark, perhaps black or cobalt. His lips turned up, curiosity driving him forwards as he picked himself up off the sand and minced forwards. She sure was a pretty thing! He cleared his throat and began to say, "Što nosi nekoj kako-!" before forcing himself to switch to the language more commonly spoken in these lands. "Er, rather, what brings someone like you to beach like this?" It was a poor recovery after his fumble, but he hoped the foreign tongue might endear her to him. Because really, who didn't like foreign guys anyways? He quirked a brow and waited for her reaction.
(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!
