[Zag almost does a double-take, uses the new proximity to peer at Dimitri more closely. He doesn't seem that old, but he had told him about how harsh winters were where he was from. Perhaps Dimitri was at an age where he was already expected to come to terms with his own mortality.
Death, however, seems to approach everyone in the same manner. He had been told that younger shades had been entering Hades when Demeter's bitter cold flooded the surface, noticed them milling about the halls in the House, also struck by promise and potential that would never be fulfilled. He nods. He hadn't thought he'd relate so soon, but now here he was, equally empty-handed.] Was there much for you to do back home?
Do you mean a horse ride? I've never ridden a horse; it does sound fun. [Eating voraciously at the cake he was offered, he takes his time to chew and swallow, careful not to speak with his mouth full. There is no escape from crumbs on one's face, however, no matter how princely a person is.] I learned how to play the lyre, if anything because a friend of mine told me I should. But I'm like you in that regard. I didn't have much time, either, between trying to escape my Father's realm and the paperwork he wanted me to do. [He sighs, looks at the distance, at where the parade goes around a corner, and it seems to disappear from existence just from being out of sight alone.] Do you know the feeling of not wanting to sit down because you know that if you do, you will not want to get up again? I feel like I was stuck there.
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Death, however, seems to approach everyone in the same manner. He had been told that younger shades had been entering Hades when Demeter's bitter cold flooded the surface, noticed them milling about the halls in the House, also struck by promise and potential that would never be fulfilled. He nods. He hadn't thought he'd relate so soon, but now here he was, equally empty-handed.] Was there much for you to do back home?
Do you mean a horse ride? I've never ridden a horse; it does sound fun. [Eating voraciously at the cake he was offered, he takes his time to chew and swallow, careful not to speak with his mouth full. There is no escape from crumbs on one's face, however, no matter how princely a person is.] I learned how to play the lyre, if anything because a friend of mine told me I should. But I'm like you in that regard. I didn't have much time, either, between trying to escape my Father's realm and the paperwork he wanted me to do. [He sighs, looks at the distance, at where the parade goes around a corner, and it seems to disappear from existence just from being out of sight alone.] Do you know the feeling of not wanting to sit down because you know that if you do, you will not want to get up again? I feel like I was stuck there.