Son of a god //Alarr & Carth//
"Yes it is." Alarr grimaced. The grimace was not at the small cabin in front of him, but at the thought of home. Alarr was already homesick but he wasn’t going to let the idiotic mortal behind him know that. He strode forward and grasped the handle of his knew ‘home’, yanking it open and continuing on. The inside looked exactly like his in Asgard. How did these mortals replicate, much less know about how his room had looked. A small smile lit his face, but Alarr smothered it remembering there was someone behind him.
He whirled around, armor flaring out at the sudden movement, and faced the mortal. He looked over this boy with a critical eye. “Tell me, why are you following me mortal?”
"Well thats what friends do, I was going to see if you needed anything but Hey, It looks like your got everything under control." Carth standing his ground. "So i guess I'll leave you too to it." He said turning around and heading back for his cabin. "Jeeze that was...odd" Carth thought to himself. Just when things got dull this place managed to pull that guy outta no where.











