What Is This? (OPEN)

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Proserpina found a clearing in the woods outside the main camp area. It was getting warmer these days. Storms were coming this weekend. Spring storms. In February! She sighed. She wasn’t ready to leave her husband. She wanted to stay with him a little longer. At least she had a bit of him to remind her. Well, half of his immortal DNA. That she was currently holding in her arms in a little curious bundle. His name was Casilius. He was going on three months old. She wrapped them both in the Mist just in case and took a seat in the clearing where speckled sunshine shone through. Cas was looking around curiously, having never seen green before. Or blue. These were colors that did not come to the Underworld where he had been all his short life so far. His eyes, usually red, were warm brown behind the Mist. His skin, usually midnight black, was soft cream like hers. His wings were vanished, though she could still feel them beneath the blankets.

She carefully sat him on the ground, leaning against her with her legs out. His eyes grew wide as he wiggled his arms free to explore. She held on to him loosely as he started patting the grass, funny little baby noises coming out as he discovered this oddly prickly thing. Tiny fists tried to grab it. Proserpina smiled. She wished Pluto were here to see this, but she’d have to settle with telling him all about it. A terrorist attack in Germany had led to an influx of deaths and he insisted she look after Cas while he handle them. Which could have been because Cas had been extremely fussy and him crying during trials wasn’t a good welcome for the dead. So a brief feeding and then off to the above world where he was now discovering the other half of his heritage.

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Okay so the only reason that Ronan was in these woods to begin with was for a run. Remus had been his silent admiration for years, though the male would never say it to his face, so Ronan had devised this idea, a plan, or to be more precise, this imaginary competition that was Ronan going against Remus. Remus of course was unaware of this little competition. His feet pounded along the dirt trail, his trainers were a bit dusty. Ronan was also pretty sure that there was a rock in his shoe. Actually he was like ninety percent sure it was a rock. There was a clearing up ahead where he could pause and empty out his shoe before continuing on with his training exercise. He wore weights around his ankles and wrists, no armor though he was wearing his purple praetorian cape. For February, this place was exceedingly warm. There had been this rumor that there obviously had to be some unrest in the underworld, Well as living and breathing proof that the gods existed, he was sure there had to be some truth to it. Though he always pictured the king and the queen of the underworld as having a rather good relationship. Better than anything that Jupiter might have anyways, the after thought flitted out of his mind as he gave a little hop to avoid tripping over the protruding root. He hit the ground, his weight on the trainers on his feet made a thud a bit louder than he'd like.

He came to the clearing up ahead and wiped the sweat off of his face, taking a long drink of water as he paused against the tree. Ronan had been running at a near full out sprint, his godly parent giving him massive stamina so he was pretty strong and could go for a long time. If it wasn't strength and stamina from his father, it was from years of working hard in the forge. He took in a deep breath as he adjusted the sword at his side and looked up skywards before looking down at the clearing in a bit of shock. He should have heard the noise, the sound of the small child, the lady that was sitting with said small child as he attacked the grass. Ronan's own mind had been nearly everywhere, going in about seventy directions and mentally working on paperwork at the same time. "Sorry." Ronan mumbled. "I didn't mean to intrude." He said in his deep but slow voice.

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Proserpina smiled at her little one, stoking his soft black baby curls. He really was the best little boy she could possibly ask for. She felt a slight presence here in the woods, but it was far away, so she didn’t do anything. She was far in. The chances of anyone but a forest spirit finding her were slim, and she got along with the spirits of the trees. Besides, she could escape if need be at the drop of a flower petal. What could she say? She was a mother with her little one and of course she would be over protective. Casilius needed to be safe and she would make sure he was.

She looked up as the presence grew closer and the owner of it soon broke into the clearing. Casilius, startled, started crying, but she twisted the Mist to conceal it to sound like a simple breeze in the tree branches to the mortal before her, so as to not grab his attention immediately. She scooped up Cas and cradled him and rocked him, trying to keep her attention on both him and the mortal. She knew this one. He was the newest praetor, Ronan. Vulcan’s child. She personally had nothing against Vulcan, even if she thought he was entirely too gruff. She watched him carefully until he noticed her, then smiled softly and nodded. “Hello there. No need to apologize. The forest is home to all.” She washed away the Mist that covered her son’s cries, thankful that they were mere whines now.

She decided not to bother hiding. She was in the middle of the woods and she knew enough of this demigod to know he was honorable and would not do ill things with the knowledge of with whom he spoke. “So then, Ronan, what brings you out here?” She wasn’t going to hide, but she wasn’t going to give her and Casilius’ identity on an imperial gold platter. He would have to work a little for it.

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Ronan had to do better if he was going to keep up, it wasn't all about paperwork. He had to soldier up. He had books sitting on his desk from the University library on how to be a better leader, on strategy. He had purchased a book on recommendation from Charlie called the Art of War. He was going to learn how to be a good leader, someone that the troops could depend on. The biggest thing that he had learned so far was that he shouldn't ask anything of the troops that he wouldn't do himself. Ronan wasn't afraid to get down and dirty, to train with the troops, to take on chores and duties with them. He didn't know if Remus had done something like that, but that was just how Ronan worked.

He really was truly surprised to see someone else here. This wasn't his usual running track, he had taken the left fork instead of the right when he came down the trail. Ronan wanted a change of pace. He really simply didn't mean to intrude though he berated himself mentally, saying that he should have thought of it. He really should have thought he was doing something wrong. There was a snap of the mist, which he was a bit more aware of now that he was praetor. He used to not pay it much mind. The mist washed away to allow the whines of the small child in her arms. Ronan then had a look of realization that crossed his face. It was his fault the small child was whining. He had scared him. "I'm sorry little one. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not scary I promise." He said with a smile, trying to show he wasn't as big and mean as he looked.

"Training, Miss." Ronan answered her question respectfully. Ronan tried to be nice and polite to everyone. Everyone had their own stories and their own feelings and traits, it cost Ronan literally nothing to be nice or listen. "Trying to keep up with Remus. Can't be a good leader if I don't try to keep up with the troops." He wasn't sure which he was speaking to, but he knew it was an immortal.

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Proserpina saw the mild surprise in his eyes. The rest of his features hid it well. She regarded him as she automatically bobbed Casilius a little on her lap to soothe him. Cas was having none of it, though. Stubborn like his father, right off the bat. She had a feeling the 2 year old stage was going to be fun. But it kind of gave her hope. Melinoe had been an absolute angel as an infant and toddler. Then she turned into a traitorous goddess loyal only to Saturn. On the flip side, here was her brother, Casilius, who was rather fussy. Perhaps a sign that he would be an angel when he was older? He already looked the part in her doting mother eyes.

She couldn’t help but smile when he addressed the whimpering child in her arms. The Mist still covered her and Casilius’ appearances. They looked like simple, everyday mother and child. She didn’t intend to keep it secret for long though. Since it was the trustworthy Praetor Ronan Redpath who had found them, she felt at ease revealing herself. He was upright and honorable. If is was that other high-strung praetor, she’d probably be gone from this clearing by now. She smiled fondly and then looked down to Casilius. “See? He is not scary.” She gave Ronan another smile to let him know she appreciated him, before asking what brought him out here.

Miss? Well, bless his soul, calling her Miss. “Lady” got annoying at times. Made her feel old. Her mother was called “Lady”. She liked Ronan’s take on it. Miss. She laughed softly as he continued. “Now, now, none of that keeping up with him. The troops, yes, but not him. There is only one Ronan Redpath and thank all the gods for that. Don’t be someone else. We need you to be you. After all, who else could be you?” She cleaned the slight dribble from Casilius’ chin and continued. “This place has all the harsh people it needs. Keep to your heart and be the man of compassion you have shown yourself to be in the past. That is what this place needs. Then you truly be a great leader.” She felt very strongly about what she was telling him. After all, she loved her husband dearly, but he was harsh in the trial room and, in her time there, she was often the voice of compassion in the throne room.

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There was something that he always admired about the pair, the whole mother and child bond that people had. It was something beautiful. Maybe it was the whole thing about not growing up with a mother, but he wished that he knew what that bond was like. It was something that was everywhere. He watched the children in the park with their parents, them holding their hands as they walked through the forum. The way that the mothers would dote upon their children in the markets, buying them the occasional treat and sweets. He had a hard time remembering what his mother had looked like. It made him a bit sad, but it was different. AT first, when he was younger, he could remember the details of her face, but then it got faded with the time. Now for some reason the only thing that he could remember was her blond hair and the blue eyes that he had.

Ronan always felt bad when he had scared kids, it happened quite often. He was really a big teddy bear and he did what he could to make sure that they didn't feel too scared around him. BEfore becoming praetor, he'd make plenty of toys in his spare time for children, especially some of the ones who were new to the legion, something for them to have just so they could call it their own. It was something that they could have in a new world, one that was not very child friendly. Other than his sword he didn't have anything on him. Nothing to even tinker with, normally he even kept a few spare parts on him at all times, helped keep his hands busy. "I'm sorry little guy, I don't have any toys on me, but I promise, the next time I'll have something for you." He said, hoping that it would do something to keep the little kiddo from fussing even more.

"I am who I am, but the people can't rely on a praetor that doesn't try to keep up. I have no idea how to be a leader, but I am trying. I can only pray to the gods that they give me the courage to do what is needed." It was a fear that he had. All of his fears of being in charge, they were very real. Not the same fears of the monster under the bed or fire or shadows, those were fears when he was little. These were fears that he would lead people to their deaths. "I hope to be the leader that is needed. I can only do it how I know. Remus is bred for battle, but what can I do? My father isn't exactly compassionate or loving."

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