mythopoeics

[Often times these days, Igraine felt weak with emotions. Fear, apprehension, worry. Everything had piled up over the weeks, threatening the stability of her feelings and how she dealt with them, but so far she'd had yet to crumple from the weight of it all. Though she felt far from strong, it was nothing that would break her.

Unsettling dreams had denied her the comfort of escaping from reality, and so in the night she would wake without feeling resting, all of her worries right back at her doorstep. This night, Igraine swung her legs over the side of the bed, every bit as tired as she'd been upon first falling asleep. Her feet met softly with the floor as she padded over to the window, fingers prying it open all the way. Cool night air rushed in and enveloped her, pulling the material of her wet dress away from her skin.

The years had been difficult, she would confess, reaching down with a hand to cover the place where life had once blossomed inside of her. Losing her child before it could even take in its first breath, and then her husband-- that had been hard to bear. But with Heimdall on the run, her region going to peace talks with the other regions -- this was a whole new difficult.

She leaned her head against the windowsill and closed her eyes.

Be safe, brother.]

[Filter: Medb]
Hopefully the region won't burst into flames the moment we leave it. Are these peace talks needed? Shouldn't you take Izanami? She is the Ambassador I hope they don't try to make us hug any trees.

[Filter: Daphne and Izanami]
Don't let the region catch fire while we're gone.

I still don't know why I'm going instead of you two but-

That's all...for now.

[Filter: Izanami]
Make sure your daughter doesn't slack in her lessons because I'm not there to badger her. She needs to be the best she can be so I can throw it in Ryujin's face. I don't want her turning into some ridiculous runaway princess.

[He'd heard there were some people who looked down on cigarettes but Troilus had never had an issue with the substance. If people didn't like it, they could deal with it by not being around him. Too few would he even think about putting out a cigarette for. The three that quickly came to mind were Hera, Euterpe's son and, of course, his wife.

Besides, the anti-tobacco sentiment was small and he had grown far too used to rolling the fragrant cylinder between his fingers when in thought. It was his body and he would do as he pleased within reason.]

Of all the things to lecture me on, some foreigner had the gall to say my smoking was an 'unnecessary habit' and that I should stop for my own good. Really. The nerve some people show all too easily.

[Filter: Ryugunese High Ranks]

I leave tonight for the peace talks. Hippolytus will be in charge of Ryugu-jo while I'm away. I'm taking Fuujin and my son. Continue as you have been and report with any necessary details if and when they occur.

Morpheus, I intend to return with you. After these talks, you will not be needed there any longer. All search matters will be passed into the hands of Hades since I'm sure you have finishing those chats with the queen by now. Correct?

[Filter: Fuujin]

I presume you're ready.

[Filter: Private]

It's about time things start to go a decent direction. I think I might even just settle for their heads right now. I want it just done.


[ooc: he means to leave the night of the eighth, for the record]