The guard hesitated for a moment, or at least it seemed like hesitation, before speaking again. He regarded Tristan and Nimbus with a bit of agitation to their words. “How very gallant of you to divine my presence and call me out on it, but I would watch that insolence in your tongues. Even if it is true about Misene having chosen petty mortals to carry on her task- I don’t much care about being sassed.” He gripped the stave of his with the brunt of his strength and slammed it into the ground- cracking the gorgeous marbling underneath him. With his freed hand Magnus gripped the edge of his helmet and drew it up. Dark locks fell from underneath the metallic head piece, and his eyes were finally revealed to all of them. They were as dark as the rest of his body, and the only variation in him was his pearlescent irises that caught the light in a feline manner.
Margot had to admit now that Magnus had revealed himself to them all he seemed- well- taller. Then again she painfully short herself, and that was only furthered by the fact that it was now revealed that he was a god. She could say that the entire spurt of height had to do with perspective.
Yet it didn’t. There seemed to be less shadow in that inky dark corridor, and more mass on Magnus’s form. One could easily rationalize that he could absorb darkness, or maybe he was reclaiming some of the power he dispersed outwards in an attempt to seem normal. Either way the man’s aura seemed to change almost immediately, and it was near suffocating to be in such a proximity to him. Those eyes bore into Tristan’s face, then to Nimbus’s avian features, and finally settled on Margot. The female Copperian squelched and attempted to slide behind their only male member. “So this is who she deemed suitable? I should rend your heads from your bodies and allocate her seeds elsewhere to better honor her memory.” It was then his grip tightened back around his polearm. “Actually I may do just that.”
Yet as those muscles flexed in his dark arms- he was halted by the sound of the door opening behind him. The entire need for secrecy and games became obvious as a small head poked out between the crack in the massive doors. It was a child. More so it bore a striking resemblance to Magnus except with lighter features and sweetly stark white hair that fell from her head and was braided over her shoulder. She had small horns that curved around her rounded ears, and very light eyes that pressed into the trio’s forms. “Father- what is all the…” yet her words trailed off as she sprinted from her hidey hole straight to Nimbus’s form. “So pretty,” her arms looped around the giant eagle’s head. Magnus let out a long sigh and then glanced between the three. “Mise,” the god stated firmly. “Go back to your room.”
“No.” She stated with a brazen frown. “If mom wanted them to save the world- then- let them save the world.”
“So you were eavesdropping?”
“Not eavesdropping when I can hear you in my room.” She offered while still looped around Nimbus.
Magnus looked them over once again, and then offered a rather fatigued sigh from his lips. “Very well- what are you doing here?”