[b]O'Menus[/b][hr]
[indent][indent]O'Menus stood, arms crossed over his chest. For a second he had forgotten how grieving mortals behaved: logic did not work on them, nor did gentle prodding. It would take a roar or near definite execution to get them to behave properly and sometimes... even under the threat of death they tended to protest. A frustrated breath left him as he conceded to silence. Anything he had to say would only upset her more, especially considering the deep and tired unease coursing through him. Also, their was a prominent nagging around the name 'Klois' sitting in his mind. There were the others, all tending to what they fancied. The God of Water to drying Flower's face, which irked him slightly. The God should've let her wipe her own tears. 

He frown with mental effort till Ashte stepped forth with questions and honoring rites for the dead knight. That, for reasons he find hard to vocalize, eased his muscles and mind. 

His deep voice resonated with all the heat and authority of the Sun. "Look around you, Flower... this battlefield is corpse-ridden yet you stand safe and surrounded by the Gods. Your knight did his duty, [i]died[/i] for it. Now [i]you[/i] must tell us what comes next. The horned-goddess speaks soundly, perhaps this Klois is our next point of interest." He unfurled his arms and looked off in the distance, through the glittered sky and pass the bloodied field. [/indent][/indent]