Telmus suddenly grunted, and began walking a little more slowly, every step he took seemed to be calculated and precise and when it felt like it took forever, and the stars in the skies seemed to shift when he walked.
He finally stood by the right hand of the goddess and he looked at the sight that captured her interest and his heart skipped.
His daughter was below, she was a few thousand miles away, but for them, she could as well be a few inches away. She was playing in the field and her laughter was resonant. She appeared to be a fully grown woman of eighteen, but in the normal flow of time, she was just two years old.
Minerva sighed as she looked at the playing child, "You should have told me you have given up so much of yourself."
Telmus just frowned, not bothering to give any reply.
