It's All Greek To Me Picture

Ruka sat in the cloud looking out past the sky, past the other Olympians, she looked out to earth. Searching for a mop of short black hair, bright green eyes. "You won't find her like this Euthalia." Ruka turned sharply, looking upon her uncle Hermes's face she opened her mouth to speak.

"What do you require Lord Hermes?" Ruka asked.

"You won't find your cousin like this."
"And you know how I can?"

Hermes smirked, "I'm the messenger god, of course I know how you can find her."

Ruka leaned forward, giving Hermes an intense and fully interested look. "I'm listening."


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Ruka Euthalia Thorsdottir (c) ME

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