Vakornol sat down and the fur along Eurydome's spine bristled briefly as she watched, but she continue to lick the beads of golden blood away from her fur. 'Sure thing' and that was it, some two thousand years of rivalry was put on hold for an indefinite amount of time.

Or, two thousand and 'some millenia.'

The gladiator cracked half a smile at Vakornol's statement. Some millenia was certainly longer than she imagined, but it wasn't uncommon for fighters to stay in their chrysalises for extended amounts of time during lulls in necessary entertainment. Things needed done elsewhere in the caves, after all.

But that would be the end of the story if Eurydome had fell asleep in Orion. As it was, "I don't know," she said, and she slowly allowed herself to sit down as well-- the lower half of her body slowly thumped its haunches onto the ground and her forelegs followed suit until she was reclined on the arena floor, even setting her sword down in front of her to rest.

"I woke up in the middle of Usra. I don't remember how I got there or what happened last," she went idly on. "I just heard fighting, and after the fighting was over, I left. I have to find my Master." An objective was set for her, at least-- aside from the future training with Vakornol.

Her gaze lifted. Where was Jupiter? What had happened with her-- with the rebellion?

Eurydome shifted uncomfortably. "How long have you been awake for, Reverant?"