mythopoeics

[filter; iseult the fair]
Darling wife, I humbly request your presence tomorrow evening for dinner and conversation. There's something I wish to discuss with you.

[filter; siblings]
I plan on asking my wife if she feels so inclined as to grant you nieces or nephews. Your thoughts?

Saw some red-footed falcons today.  They usually stop by Ilium during the spring, when they journey north.

Guess it's coming early this year.  Time to change the crops. Anyone like lettuce?

[Filter: Dad]

Fucked of me to filter to you now that you're gone, I know.  But I'm doing my damnedest by you.  You weren't the king of Glastheim or some shit like that, but you were are my father.

Hope the spring's coming there, too.  Wherever you are.

[filter; sigyn]
How is Glastheim, sister? Aside from very cold.

[Famine was not a fan of cold. It got deep in his bones, and a limited body heat was hardly sufficient to last in the region that was Glastheim. He'd been particularly good at keeping his mouth shut, instead hating with his eyes. Not his companion, but simply the choice he'd made to be in a frozen wasteland. Or so he saw it.

But sometimes, keeping quiet wasn't an option.]

[filter; pestilence]
This is not a complaint. But why are we still fucking here?

We are nearly in Ilium. Roll out the red carpet.

(The boys have been so well-behaved on this journey, and my girls and the cats, too.)

So. I had a vase with some water in it. Dead flowers were already tossed so I figured I'd toss the water out the window. No harm, just water that smelled a bit peculiar. In that rose-stalk way. I popped the window open with my elbow and pitched it.

'It' being the whole fucking thing and not just the water (my hands were wet, alright?). Then I heard someone curse. I imagine it caught someone. Didn't hear about anyone having died-by-vase so couldn't have been that bad. Right?

So. I wanted to say this to whoever I unintentionally hit: You're bad at paying attention to your surroundings. You deserved that.

That's all.

[Filter: Zeus]

It's warm. I think I can feel my toes. I want to go back to Glastheim and freeze myself before it's too late.



[ooc: if you want your character to have been accidentally struck while near the palace in Svarga or something, go for it.]