mythopoeics

( and i forgot to tell you i love you )

[ ooc: set on Friday! ]

This was not what Horus had been expecting. He had no illusions whatsoever as to how the lower class should be treated. He hadn't been expecting the glitz and glamor so typical of the city, nor the relaxed opulence of his own family seat. But, surely, for a man who worked as hard as Percival did, there was more than this? The house was, though not a total disaster, obviously a work of odds and ends. There were bits and places in need of good repair. Some of the stone in the walls was beginning to corrode, too. Almost as if, for all its rocky strength, the house was waiting to be blown away by a whisper of wind.

Horus descended from his steed and looped the reins around a nearby tree. He went up to the frail-looking house and knocked on the door, a tad more gently than was usual for his gruff demeanor. His concerns had been about land and produce, technical things like crop rotations and yield, but with another glance at the house's weary facade, Horus decided that there were, perhaps, matters of greater urgency.

[ glastheim faction ]

Everyone who believes himself to be able and wants to volunteer should join the soldiers to get that fire under control. Injured should be taken to the Palace, wings are already being prepared for that purpose.

Same with the cases of poisoning that have been reported. I want every healer within 15 miles of this city inside and working.

Please, remain calm. Focus.

[ / ]


[ filter; gwen ]

The fuck's going in Camlann? Why aren't you back yet?

[ / ]


[ filter; sigyn ]

I'm going down to help out. You coordinate action with the healers and possible refugees.

Counting on you.

[filter; private]
Something is not right.

[filter; ilium nobles & queen helen]
There is a general unrest in the town. What is the meaning of it?

[None of this was just right. Though perhaps it did seem that it was the perfect opportunity to leap upon, Morgause was not clear-cut in such a way. No, she liked to have control over what was going on and this was not under her thumb.

It could be used, she did acknowledge that. But it bothered her that her region was under attack by unknown individuals. Individuals who could attack again when Galahad would rule (see, no 'if' about it). They would have to be quite careful with all this.]

[Filter: Galahad]

An outsider or few have stepped in to play with our region. I don't favour the intrusion. It is not within out control but should we gain control of it, perhaps we can use it.

But my first concern is your safety, child. Be well, be safe.

Glastheim was on fire. News of that couldn't be withheld, could it? The poisoning he didn't know about but he knew of the fire and reacted immediately.

He laughed. He laughed so hard he gained attention of those around him, people wondering if the soldier had just lost it. His amusement with the whole matter delighted him so, made everything else that could ever be lousy in his life appear manageable - easy. If he couldn't hunt within the next couple of weeks, that would be fine. If he was ordered to do a task of guarding someone annoying to him, he'd deal.

Glastheim was on fire.

Cù Sìth didn't care what anyone thought. This had made his fucking day.