[The patrol in the garden today is a little... shorter than usual. Having exerted his power and influence with success, Mithos is comfortable enough to walk the grounds of his perfect kingdom. He is the boy who never grew up, and he is content with that. There are many things he is not content with: the vandals who steal and run, the fact that his sister was taken from him, the holdout of survivors somewhere beyond his reach. But for now, this night is cool and peaceful. He has made many improvements to the place since he moved in.
He touches the petals of a tapering white iris, his face full of apathy. But he pulls back, looking around. He might've heard something.]
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He touches the petals of a tapering white iris, his face full of apathy. But he pulls back, looking around. He might've heard something.]