[centre][h1]The Dagda[/h1][/centre]

Following silently he would hear her out before speaking again but eyed the Queen warily, he would not be scorned again. The sensation of a barrier being lifted emanated through him once again but did not invoke the same reaction as the catalyst was known to him this time. He quickly eyed the wounds which had healed quite nicely except one, this had pierced the place where a mortal would normally house their, arguably, most vital organ but yet, that shouldn't matter much to a deific being but for some reason, it did. He began to wonder if they had coated the ballista with something or it had been blessed by another God. Upon realising that he had let his mind loose on things unimportant currently, The Dagda returned his focus on her again.

[color=000000][b]"My King, I must confess one of our number is in Egyptian lands, without the knowledge of any Egyptian. Thoth came to bargain for us to join them in the rise against the Romans, he left without heading the words of Fate."[/b][/color]

Upon hearing the name of an Egyptian God the Druid grumbled, [color=007236][i]We are a proud and strong pantheon, what could we possibly need from those societal faeries that we don't have.[/i][/color] His expression soured slightly as the Phantom Queen beckoned towards the small pool surrounded by a chill white blanket of crystallised water. 

[color=000000][b]"That Goddess newly born, her powers sealed by my hand at your daughter's request. Placed in Egypt by need."[/b][/color]

[color=007236]"My little Bríg told you this? To do this? She's almost as bad as her brothers but why is it that this poor soul was cast into faraway lands?"[/color] He peered into the water at the young girl, oblivious to her roots and to her purpose. [color=007236]"We can't just sit here and wait. Action must be taken, these decadent fools canno-"[/color]

[color=000000][b]"Do not be acting in haste, old friend."[/b][/color]

Stopped mid-rant and halted from completely blowing up The Dagda knew she was right. The time for combat would come but that time was not upon the eager Celtic God. Not yet. He stared at the Moon Goddess for a short while, quiet and calculating clearly deep in thought; with glazed eyes he sighed before bellowing, [color=007236]"So, where'd that ale go?"[/color]

[@LadyRunic]