"A little storm? Me? Psh, no. Just when strangers try to keel me with their dragons. Its the only fear I have."

¤ She crossed her legs and stretched, looking at him curiously. Like she was surveying him. Wondering. Thinking. Or, maybe she was staring off into space and he... happened to be there. ¤

"That was Zeus's idea, I was trying to get you to like me if we're supposed to spend forever in a storm." He moved a bit and pulled a knife from behind his back, out from it's sheath. He looked at it to see if it was still sharp as ever. As if the sheath would dull it. "So where are you from?" He asked, not lifting an eye.

¤ She perked up. 'Trying to get you to like me.' That was not a sentence she heard often. She decided to ignore the comment but seemed slightly happier. She eyed the knife semi-warily. ¤ "The Federation." ¤ As though he was supposed to know where that was. ¤ "You?"

He tipped his head a little. Lifting it a little but he didn't look at her before he spoke. "Huh. Interesting how you ended up here then." He went back to touching and admiring his blade. "Well to put it lightly, Zeus came for me when I was like 14 and took me here. As you can probably tell I use to not be from here." He put the knife back behind himself in its sheath again. "But Rome has."

"So how are you siblings then?" ¤ She tilted her head. ¤ "Half-siblings? Divorced Parents?"

"No I think full siblings but, our mother was from england and she left for home and our father didn't want to and a whole shabang and Rome stayed here and I went there." He leaned his head back on the wall. "Mother didn't come back for me when Zeus came for me."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that. She still in England then?"

"I have no idea." He pulled a knee up. "what about you."

"Well, Mom was- an addict. Kicked it right after I was born." ¤ She let out a harsh scoff. ¤ "Dad was a drunk. Sold me to the Thieves Guild when I was seven. Haven't heard from him since." ¤ She shrugged. ¤ "Good Riddance in my opinion."