going.”
Mnemosyne giggled behind. Rebecca saw her leg bobble slightly. Who the fuck is the giant? She wanted to ask the question, desperately, but bit it back, taking a deep inhale and gesturing with her left arm towards the couch.
Dionysus looked stunned and turned around. “Did you just giggle?”
Her voice boomed, “Why yes, I did, Dionysus.”
Dionysus noticed Rebecca’s appraisal of Mnemosyne legs. “Everything was bigger in ancient, ancient times. She is a Titan.”
“Like Megalodon?”
Mnemosyne said, “Fearsome prey, I never had the pleasure of wrestling with one myself.”
Dionysus grinned. “The word pleasure should be used lightly.”
Heph said, “Let’s get this over with. I have my shop to attend to.”
“What shop?” It was a snarky remark and Dionysus knew he would pay for it. He had convinced Heph to help because if he didn’t, nymphs and other meddlesome creatures would run amuck without Hermes to act as a go-between. This, as Dionysus put it, would eventually reach the shop and destroy Heph’s work. Heph would not allow such a thing and begrudgingly accepted.
Heph said, seemingly not hearing Dionysus last remark, “I’ve been working on a fascinating weapon. It—”
Dionysus cut him off, “We can hear about it later.”
He grunted and they stood behind the couch as Hermes flicked popcorn into his mouth, unaware of any new developments outside of his television programming. Mnemosyne, obviously, stayed outside.
Rebecca asked, “Does it get boring always standing outside?”
Mnemosyne said, “I like this mortal. I shall make sure you have a fine ride in the Underworld. Come outside and enjoy life, as was intended.”
Rebecca, upon reflection, had no idea what she expected to see. She stepped outside and Mnemosyne stood around thirty feet tall. She gawked up at her. “You seem short.”
Mnemosyne giggled again. “A truly wondrous mortal.”
Rebecca stepped back inside mouthing the words to Dionysus, “ What the fuck?”
He chuckled. “Believer?”
“That would’ve made things much simpler.”
“And possibly dead.”
“What do you mean?”
“Hermes tried introducing more stubborn humans to a Titan upon arrival. . . a few died.”
“The Titan killed them?”
“Sort of. Many died of a heart attack,” he once again stated in such a matter-of-fact tone that it made her give him a sidelong glance.
She piqued her head back outside to see Mnemosyne and all her glory once more. “I guess, I could see that.”
“Do you think you would’ve acted appropriately?”
“Nope.”
Dionysus threw his hand out, trying to communicate to Rebecca, “Caution. Danger. Danger. Will Robinson.” Curious, but not too curious when it comes to a reality television addicted god, Rebecca took one step forward then five back and ended up hitting Mnemosyne’s leg which frightened her enough to jump and step to the side.
Then all of a sudden. . . Hermes sprinted around the apartment. It was, after all, commercial break.
Heph said, “This again.”
“Damn it, Hermes, stop acting like a child.”
Mnemosyne’s said, “I will keep you safe, mortal.” Rebecca felt a slight gust of wind that smelled of something she could not quite remember—but oddly refreshing.
Mnemosyne, as a Titaness and personification of memory, was more magical than any god or goddess Rebecca had encountered to this point. Embodying memory, every exhale of hers, every word spoken could enact a moment of memory loss or remembrance of an event long passed. Rebecca, at the time, was not able to recall the smell of sunflowers which were draped over the entrance of the Underworld. Mnemosyne regularly pulled and breathed them in, loving the smell and fragility of the plant.
Rebecca refocused on her apartment after hearing curses coming from Heph and Dionysus and an exuberant amount of things crashing and smashing—so much so, she was unsure that there was even that much to damage, inside. Rebecca had
Mnemosyne giggled behind. Rebecca saw her leg bobble slightly. Who the fuck is the giant? She wanted to ask the question, desperately, but bit it back, taking a deep inhale and gesturing with her left arm towards the couch.
Dionysus looked stunned and turned around. “Did you just giggle?”
Her voice boomed, “Why yes, I did, Dionysus.”
Dionysus noticed Rebecca’s appraisal of Mnemosyne legs. “Everything was bigger in ancient, ancient times. She is a Titan.”
“Like Megalodon?”
Mnemosyne said, “Fearsome prey, I never had the pleasure of wrestling with one myself.”
Dionysus grinned. “The word pleasure should be used lightly.”
Heph said, “Let’s get this over with. I have my shop to attend to.”
“What shop?” It was a snarky remark and Dionysus knew he would pay for it. He had convinced Heph to help because if he didn’t, nymphs and other meddlesome creatures would run amuck without Hermes to act as a go-between. This, as Dionysus put it, would eventually reach the shop and destroy Heph’s work. Heph would not allow such a thing and begrudgingly accepted.
Heph said, seemingly not hearing Dionysus last remark, “I’ve been working on a fascinating weapon. It—”
Dionysus cut him off, “We can hear about it later.”
He grunted and they stood behind the couch as Hermes flicked popcorn into his mouth, unaware of any new developments outside of his television programming. Mnemosyne, obviously, stayed outside.
Rebecca asked, “Does it get boring always standing outside?”
Mnemosyne said, “I like this mortal. I shall make sure you have a fine ride in the Underworld. Come outside and enjoy life, as was intended.”
Rebecca, upon reflection, had no idea what she expected to see. She stepped outside and Mnemosyne stood around thirty feet tall. She gawked up at her. “You seem short.”
Mnemosyne giggled again. “A truly wondrous mortal.”
Rebecca stepped back inside mouthing the words to Dionysus, “ What the fuck?”
He chuckled. “Believer?”
“That would’ve made things much simpler.”
“And possibly dead.”
“What do you mean?”
“Hermes tried introducing more stubborn humans to a Titan upon arrival. . . a few died.”
“The Titan killed them?”
“Sort of. Many died of a heart attack,” he once again stated in such a matter-of-fact tone that it made her give him a sidelong glance.
She piqued her head back outside to see Mnemosyne and all her glory once more. “I guess, I could see that.”
“Do you think you would’ve acted appropriately?”
“Nope.”
Dionysus threw his hand out, trying to communicate to Rebecca, “Caution. Danger. Danger. Will Robinson.” Curious, but not too curious when it comes to a reality television addicted god, Rebecca took one step forward then five back and ended up hitting Mnemosyne’s leg which frightened her enough to jump and step to the side.
Then all of a sudden. . . Hermes sprinted around the apartment. It was, after all, commercial break.
Heph said, “This again.”
“Damn it, Hermes, stop acting like a child.”
Mnemosyne’s said, “I will keep you safe, mortal.” Rebecca felt a slight gust of wind that smelled of something she could not quite remember—but oddly refreshing.
Mnemosyne, as a Titaness and personification of memory, was more magical than any god or goddess Rebecca had encountered to this point. Embodying memory, every exhale of hers, every word spoken could enact a moment of memory loss or remembrance of an event long passed. Rebecca, at the time, was not able to recall the smell of sunflowers which were draped over the entrance of the Underworld. Mnemosyne regularly pulled and breathed them in, loving the smell and fragility of the plant.
Rebecca refocused on her apartment after hearing curses coming from Heph and Dionysus and an exuberant amount of things crashing and smashing—so much so, she was unsure that there was even that much to damage, inside. Rebecca had
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