endymion
@hoshidanbrother
Marching was long and tedious. Mitama had grown used to it in the short time she’d joined her father’s fight. However, there was a distinct difference between enjoying the life of a soldier and tolerating it.
Which was why Mitama was so thankful for the deeprealm Lilith had guided them to to provide the army shelter. While no where near the comfort of the home she’d grown in, it was far more pleasant than marching in the land of her ancestors and having to struggle their way through cold and wet.
Mitama had been assigned to inventory for the day, and while the simple and indoor task was to her liking, there was only so long she could count before her eyelids began to droop. That was fine. Surely no one would miss her for a moment.
With a yawn, Mitama stretched her limbs, slowly coming out of the small nook she’d settled in to sleep. It had been nice. What was less light was the bright red suit of armor that caught her attention, and the man wearing it who had discovered her. Mitama froze.
“Milord! Good morning. To what do I owe the pleasure of your acquaintance?” She squeaked.