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[b][u]Boreas
Olympus
Month Two[/u][/b]

Boreas was impressed with her conviction if nothing else, but he did not feel the same. Maybe once, long ago, when he was worshiped and cherished by the mortals, but now he was lucky if anyone drew his face on maps still. He was also surprised, he had not thought she was very old, maybe less than a century as so many of the Merged seemed to be. He'd become more aware of recent mortal history since joining up with Ox and meeting the Fae, he was reasonably sure no one had invaded Ireland in some time. Well besides the British if he remembered right. So it must have been a long while before the war that Rhona was born.

[color=004b80]"I must confess I don't agree with you. The mortals grow further from us every cycle, and the gods grow more arrogant and hateful with every meeting."[/color] He was silent a moment, [color=004b80]"But it is good there is one such as you among their number."[/color] He shrugged, [color=004b80]"But I wonder, for how long? Immortals do not get sick, but you seem quite ill. What has happened?"[/color] He said with concern.