Ozwiena

((…rude.))

Alaric dipped his head in a respectful way when the young blonde appeared, taking a deep breath to try and calm his severely frazzled nerves. His father refused to look at him. Hell, he wouldn’t even acknowledge the boy as his own son.

Things were desperate, and so…desperate measures were called for.

"Ahoj, Teta Zemyna…I’m sorry for…for calling you here like this, on such short notice, but-…"

Despite the god’s best efforts, his voice still cracked slightly with barely held-in emotion.

"If we’re to move her, we must do it now. She is…for all intents stable, but her temperature has risen a few degrees in the last few minutes. Were it any of us, I would not be concerned but Hel… she’s always run much cooler. We must hurry. I do not want to risk any problems." 

Misik and Alaric both moved toward the bed, Alaric with something of panic in his eyes at his aunt’s words. The blonde god lay a hand on the boy’s shoulder. 

"Hey…she’ll be alright. Have you told Jim? Or is he…are we too far back in the timeline?" 

Alaric turned to face his uncle and his jaw went slack, as if he were running over events in his head. 

"…no. I’ve not spoken with him… " His voice trailed off, almost as if he were thinking out loud. "Einon’s younger than Finnegan… shit. I’ll go as soon as we have her moved. He needs to know." 

Zemyna looked at them both with pursed lips, her hand over Hel’s forehead. 

As the elder god moved to help Zemyna and Misik, he paused, golden eyes briefly locking with Zir’s own blue.

"And-…Zirnitra-…"

The dragon was still rubbing his sore arm, though he stilled at his father’s tone.

There was much Veles wanted to say. There was much he wanted to explain. To make Zir understand the things he had forgotten, to reassure him things would be all right in the end, to apologize for putting him through this and letting him become broken the way he had…

Ozwiena took Veles' hand, pulling him down to her level, and she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'll stay. It's for the best. Be careful and take care of her." 

Alaric dipped his head in a respectful way when the young blonde appeared, taking a deep breath to try and calm his severely frazzled nerves. His father refused to look at him. Hell, he wouldn’t even acknowledge the boy as his own son.

Things were desperate, and so…desperate measures were called for.

"Ahoj, Teta Zemyna…I’m sorry for…for calling you here like this, on such short notice, but-…"

Despite the god’s best efforts, his voice still cracked slightly with barely held-in emotion.

"Brother, regardless of how things were once done, it is time you, as they say, got over it. We have issues of far greater gravity to handle. Namely, moving your wife to a more…acceptable and comfortable location," Zemyna said quietly and matter of factly. "Father, you spoke of a cabin? I’m…rather certain Peri would prefer to have her domicile somewhat more private once more. And under the circumstances…" 

Misik huffed and gave Zirnitra a pointed look. “What Myna means to say is because grumpy scales here is being an ass to the living and the comatose, we’ll move her and see to it she is cared for until she awakens.” He offered a look to his nephew, something of a hopeful smile. “You know she will, Al. We just…have to be patient.” 

Thankfully, before things could escalate again, Veles gave Ozzy’s hand another reassuring squeeze just before he stepped forward. "Yes, there is a cabin that is in the little voidwalker’s possession that I know of…it can serve its purpose as a place for recovery, without us further imposing on the little halfling."

"Much obliged, uh…mister snakedad dude."

"If we're to move her, we must do it now. She is...for all intents stable, but her temperature has risen a few degrees in the last few minutes. Were it any of us, I would not be concerned but Hel... she's always run much cooler. We must hurry. I do not want to risk any problems." 

Misik and Alaric both moved toward the bed, Alaric with something of panic in his eyes at his aunt's words. The blonde god lay a hand on the boy's shoulder. 

"Hey...she'll be alright. Have you told Jim? Or is he...are we too far back in the timeline?" 

Alaric turned to face his uncle and his jaw went slack, as if he were running over events in his head. 

"...no. I've not spoken with him... " His voice trailed off, almost as if he were thinking out loud. "Einon's younger than Finnegan... shit. I'll go as soon as we have her moved. He needs to know." 

Zemyna looked at them both with pursed lips, her hand over Hel's forehead. 

Alaric dipped his head in a respectful way when the young blonde appeared, taking a deep breath to try and calm his severely frazzled nerves. His father refused to look at him. Hell, he wouldn’t even acknowledge the boy as his own son.

Things were desperate, and so…desperate measures were called for.

"Ahoj, Teta Zemyna…I’m sorry for…for calling you here like this, on such short notice, but-…"

Despite the god’s best efforts, his voice still cracked slightly with barely held-in emotion.

The younger god sighed, but with movements almost too quick to see, he had seized Zirnitra’s wrist and spun the older god around, pinning the hand hard into his back. Misik lay a hand on his brother’s shoulder and spoke lowly. 

"Let’s get a few things clear, brother. First, personal matters my ass. They’re family. So yeah, sort of my business. We are here because your son contacted Zemyna in a panic for his mother’s sake. And considering when we’re from you tend to go bloody postal if someone as much as looks at Hel funny, she came.” 

Misik pushed on Zirnitra’s arm harder and slammed him into a wall, but not hard enough to break anything. His voice was a hissed snarl in Zirnitra’s ear now.

Definitely your brother.

The dragon growled, struggling slightly in the younger god’s grip (and cursing in a language the collar around his neck couldn’t translate), but he was still recovering, and damned if he wasn’t strong to boot. It had been a long time since someone had been able to pin him this easily.

"Brother, regardless of how things were once done, it is time you, as they say, got over it. We have issues of far greater gravity to handle. Namely, moving your wife to a more...acceptable and comfortable location," Zemyna said quietly and matter of factly. "Father, you spoke of a cabin? I'm...rather certain Peri would prefer to have her domicile somewhat more private once more. And under the circumstances..." 

Misik huffed and gave Zirnitra a pointed look. "What Myna means to say is because grumpy scales here is being an ass to the living and the comatose, we'll move her and see to it she is cared for until she awakens." He offered a look to his nephew, something of a hopeful smile. "You know she will, Al. We just...have to be patient." 

Alaric dipped his head in a respectful way when the young blonde appeared, taking a deep breath to try and calm his severely frazzled nerves. His father refused to look at him. Hell, he wouldn’t even acknowledge the boy as his own son.

Things were desperate, and so…desperate measures were called for.

"Ahoj, Teta Zemyna…I’m sorry for…for calling you here like this, on such short notice, but-…"

Despite the god’s best efforts, his voice still cracked slightly with barely held-in emotion.

"Zirnitra, you have been visited by children whose mothers you have not even coupled with yet. The thought that Mother and Father might do the same in the years to come should not come as a surprise to you." 

Misik stood with his arms crossed, shrugging slightly in agreement with his sister. 

"You’ve got about three and a half millennia on us, but we manage," the blonde god added, before turning to look at his nephew. 

"She wasn’t kidding, Al. He really is fucking out of it. We’ll do what we can…or at least, Myna will. We’ll take care of your mother, you have our word." 

But the dragon decided on anger when his jaw snapped shut, getting close to the younger male and jabbing a finger in his chest.

"Listen now, both of you. I do not know what sort of…of…whatever it was, brought you two here-…" A briefly irritated look flashed to the goddess still laid out on the dorm bed. No doubt she had something to do with this, ever since she’d shown up after his return, trouble seemed to follow. "…but those are personal matters that you have no business knowing. And on top of that, you cannot POSSIBLY be my siblings, as neither I nor any of my other brothers and sisters were formed in that way."

Peri’s desperate attempts not to laugh subsided as now, she was affixing the god with her own incredulous stare.

The younger god sighed, but with movements almost too quick to see, he had seized Zirnitra's wrist and spun the older god around, pinning the hand hard into his back. Misik lay a hand on his brother's shoulder and spoke lowly. 

"Let's get a few things clear, brother. First, personal matters my ass. They're family. So yeah, sort of my business. We are here because your son contacted Zemyna in a panic for his mother's sake. And considering when we're from you tend to go bloody postal if someone as much as looks at Hel funny, she came." 

Misik pushed on Zirnitra's arm harder and slammed him into a wall, but not hard enough to break anything. His voice was a hissed snarl in Zirnitra's ear now.

Alaric dipped his head in a respectful way when the young blonde appeared, taking a deep breath to try and calm his severely frazzled nerves. His father refused to look at him. Hell, he wouldn’t even acknowledge the boy as his own son.

Things were desperate, and so…desperate measures were called for.

"Ahoj, Teta Zemyna…I’m sorry for…for calling you here like this, on such short notice, but-…"

Despite the god’s best efforts, his voice still cracked slightly with barely held-in emotion.

Of course, that wasn’t the only thing the elder god noticed. Married before they were born…that was certainly telling. He had said things were bleak, the night he tried to reassure Hel after retrieving Zirnitra’s body from the mountain, but that they would surely look up…he supposed now there was certainly a deeper ring of truth to those words.

…a pity she couldn’t hear them now.

Zir, however, was not reassured, if anything, he was even more perplexed (as if that were humanly possible), and it was starting to agitate him worse than he already was (again, if humanly possible).

"Zirnitra, you have been visited by children whose mothers you have not even coupled with yet. The thought that Mother and Father might do the same in the years to come should not come as a surprise to you." 

Misik stood with his arms crossed, shrugging slightly in agreement with his sister. 

"You've got about three and a half millennia on us, but we manage," the blonde god added, before turning to look at his nephew. 

"She wasn't kidding, Al. He really is fucking out of it. We'll do what we can...or at least, Myna will. We'll take care of your mother, you have our word."