mythopoeics

[War isn't the one who pays attention to journals or book or those sorts of things. She considers them a waste of time, but she does occasionally glance at them (mostly to insult someone).

Yet when Lucifer shows his face in the journals she softens up a little and makes a point to check them again. If her twin is around, then she ought to poke her face in more often. Mostly she prefers Death to fill her in whatever is going on.]

Hello


[Filter: Aeneas]

Hello


hello

[She does as instructed by Minos. This delicate looking girl rides all the way to Camlann's capital and waits. There is no need to stand out, or blend in. There is no need to look suspicious- and so she tries not hide either. It isn't too hard to just go with the flow.

There are vague instructions she must follow. Leukothoe likes watching Samael, she doesn't act like she's interested (because she most certainly does not want that kind of attention from him).]

[Filter: Morgause]

Mother.

After watching the usurping Svargan whore, she seems to share the same weakness as her father. Temptations. I will speak with Heimdall, not on this but see.

[Filter: Heimdall]

Cousin.

[Filter: Percival]

How is your stray pet?

[She cares about class hierarchy even if she's not a noble; a curious irony since her ability to rise through the ranks probably had to do with Tristan's willingness to look beyond it. Or at least it felt that way. Daphne has her loyalty to him, but also her loyalty to the system. To the Queen and King.

So when she watches her mentor sometimes she wishes to sway him in another direction. It is dangerous, but she knows it much more clearly than he seems to.

It won't end well. Daphne knows this, but she doesn't do anything to change it.]

Eli is getting restless. But it is no wonder. Spring is coming, and I am sure every bone in his body rejoices at it.

Even I am getting a little giddy. There are bits of green on the trees and just this morning I encountered rosebuds. Perhaps I am being silly.

[Filter: Heimdall]

You and Sigyn seem to be settling in well. If you don't mind, there are a few things I need to speak with you about.

[Filter: Galahad]

You've been rather elusive lately, though I've been seeing both Auntie and Sophie around. How've you been faring?

[Filter: Queen Freyja]

[added later] Representing Glastheim, I hope to visit Camlann in the near future to extend my region's sincerest congratulations to your Majesty's sister and the Lady Elaine. Of course, if it should not be a trouble to your Majesty.

Helios is restless today. Gawain, your company for a ride?

Ladies of Mictlan. No. Ladies of the world.

What is your ideal man? Not what you have and don't give me names but, in words, paint me a picture. Dark-haired, fair-haired - red-haired (the gingers, oh the gingers!) - well-tanned, scruffy, clean-shaven? Light-eyed, dark-eyed, tall, average height, slender, muscular, sensitive, arrogant, as stubborn as a mule, blah blah blah. Fill it in yourselves, lovelies. Could you be swayed to consider another type? Are you very firm on what you want?

Don't start with the questions, just give me answers. Just my ex-wife will be allowed to question me. In private. While straddling my knee. And only then may she question me.

HONEYBUNMUFFINSWEETDESSERTTHING, DON'T LET THE KIDS READ THIS!

[Filter: Heimdall]

You know, I think I'm catching a cold because of the weather.

[Filter: Zeus]

I'm afraid.

I'd like to know: what or who gives you inspiration? Who gives you the strength to carry on or the inspiration to do something new, or perhaps something familiar?

[Seeing Castor for the first time in months had been a blessing. Could there be any word in the written language to describe his elation upon seeing his twin brother, the one who had been apart from him for so many long, painful months? Castor had launched himself into his arms, practically melding into him, uniting them as one. They belonged together, and being apart in two different regions was unbearable. One day, that problem would be solved.

And yet the first thing that Pollux had to say to his dearest brother was "your hair smells of the stables -- do you sleep there now?".

Castor, high off the excitement, had laughed himself breathless.]