Re: Dealing With Ninkasi
Oh good. Nergal had arrived. That would help everything. Again, Kratos restrained himself from rolling his eyes. He was going to be dizzy by the time this day was done. At least he’d finally spotted his brother. With a nod, he let Zelos know that he was staying right where he was.
And a moment later, he wondered just how much trouble he’d get in for punching the pompous ass that followed Enlil around. Kray thought he’d look much better without teeth. But that would probably not make this situation better. And though he’d like to think he could save the inclination for a later date, he knew, deep down, he’d never get the chance to give the man the comeuppance he deserved for the way he’d just spoken to Ninkasi. He too close to Enlil to do it without some kind of reprisal, no matter when it happened. So Kratos had to settle for glaring.
Which was fine, because he couldn’t glare at Enlil like he wanted to either. He wasn’t stupid, after all. Enlil was ancient, powerful, and deserving of respect. Most of the time. Whatever the Sumerian thought about the “vulgar daughter of Re,” she had stopped things whereas Enlil had not. Mortals died. Others were hurt. Most importantly, Ninkasi had been harmed. And he’d done nothing. So Kratos gave him the respect his position deserved, if not personal respect.
He gave Enlil a single nod, then stepped forward so that he was just slightly in front of him, to draw Ninkasi’s attention. But that was all the closer he got for the moment. While he wasn’t fluent in Sumerian, he knew a few words. They’d been friends too long for him not to have picked some things up here and there. But she’d spoken too quickly, too aggressively, for him to totally understand what the issue was, what had set her off. And getting her talking was the only plan he had at the moment. At least until she was disarmed and calmer.
“Hey,” he said softly, trying to catch her eye. “You wanna tell me what’s going on? I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.”