Giovenith wrote:Giovenith said nothing, passively listening to the immortal with a moist-eyed, chastised look.
Minos met Giovenith's sad-puppy eyes with an unmoved, unimpressed expression. "I suggest you save your contrition act for the Muses. They can provide a much more detailed critique of your performance than I can."
Giovenith wrote:"Will the others have to attend as well, or may they go home?"
"Neither. They, along with other chosen worshippers of the pantheons, will participate in the ceremony, but not the celebration. They will be free to and obliged to leave at that point. Those of your companions from Bermeja will return there. The Equestrians may return home with their Princess, or visit Bermeja, as they see fit."
Solisian Union wrote:[T]he softening of the tone in Minos somewhat allowed [Domenica] to let out a big sigh of relief as she trembled while wiping herself clean and later saying, "I-I'm sorry, but if I may, I...I gotta change. Clothes. I mean. Change clothes. I...I wet myself."
The clerk nearest to Domenica and the Equestrians shot her an annoyed look. "Quiet! Minos is addressing another god!" A moment later, the clerk added a flick of his fingers, and Domenica was clean and dry.
"You will all accompany Me," intoned Minos, turning and walking in the direction He came. Cerberus started to follow, as did the clerks. The group found itself moving with Him. Their surroundings seemed affected by the strange fast-slow sensation experienced in Tartaros' shaft: they seemed to be moving slowly, but the landscape and the dead raced by around them.
Sandy Looked around with interest, and experimentally kicked the nothingness they were riding on. It didn't even flex. Turning to Amanda and Giovenith, he whispered. "Not a forcefield as, uh, such. It's an effect of the..." His fingers waggled as he sought a simple expression. "… of His distance distorting magic."