Ireth
Mythic Scribe
Sigrlinn
Sigrlinn shuts her eyes at the blaze of light and clamps her hands over her ears to block out the thunder. She stares at the continuing lightning, one word echoing in her head: "Zeus."
Of course, if it's not Apollo trying to fry her, it's some other god trying to do similarly. "What should we do?" A better question may be, what CAN they do?
Sigrlinn shuts her eyes at the blaze of light and clamps her hands over her ears to block out the thunder. She stares at the continuing lightning, one word echoing in her head: "Zeus."
Of course, if it's not Apollo trying to fry her, it's some other god trying to do similarly. "What should we do?" A better question may be, what CAN they do?
Dark Lord