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a muriel i drew a while back and a species swap speio ! shes an aspiring priestess who works as a lady-in-waiting for the ding dong dell royal family

[glitter-gummy-bears]

More old Ni no kuni 2 fanart!

[katerinaaqu]

Hi Katya :D

Can you please tell us more about Nereids beside Thetis and Amphetrite?

Of course there are countless of them. Many of the names are rescued by ancient sources and others by roman sources such as the Aenead or Hyginus

Nereids or Neriads are sea nymphs and technically minor goddesses said to be daughters of Nereus (Hesiod mentions Doris as his partner) often confused or associated with Oceanides (often they are depicted as the same thing, especially given how Doris is also the daughter of Oceanus). As goddesses they protect people out at the sea among others, as we see for example in Odyssey with the goddess/nymph Leucothea protecting Odysseus from drowning when Poseidon smashes his raft and he has to swim till Scheria:

Agave, Actaea, Amathea, Amphinome, Amphithoe, Autonoe, Dexamene, Dione, Doto, Dynamene, Eione, Evagora, Evarne. Eudora, Eucrante, Eulimene, Eumolpe, Eunice, Eupompe, Galatea, Galene, Glauce, Glauconome, Halia, Halimede, Hipponoe, Hoppothoe, Iaera, Ianassa, Ianeira, Iona, Kalianassa, Kalianeira, Keto, Klaia, Kymene, Kranto, Cymo or Cymatolege, Cymodoce, Laomedeia, Lagore, Limnoreia, Lysianassa, Maera, Melite, Menippe, Nausithoe, Neomeris, Neso, Orithyia, Panopeia, Pansithea, Pherusa, Ploto, Polynome, Pontomedousa, Pontoreia, Polynoe, Prone, Proto, Protmedeia, Psamathe, Sao, Speio, Themisto and Thoe

I did also discover in the list the names of Thaleia and Erato but probably they should't be confused with the Muses.

Also Apollodorous mentions of course the the name of infamous Calypso as well among the list of Nereiads.

So yeah most of the neriads have something to do with traveling or sea or viw of the sea etc. This is why their symbols have to do with the sea such as dolphin or seahorse that they seem to ride in their depictions.

In mythology Nereiads are linked to various myths such as the sacrifice of Andromeda. Nereiads get angry when Andromeda's mother Cassiopeia says that she is more beautiful than them thus leading to the chain of events that leads to Andromeda being tied to be offered to the sea monster (mentioned by various sources like Apollodorous, Hyginus and even Ovid)

Another myth mentioned is the myth of Theseus in which Minus doubts Theseus claim that he is the son of Poseidon and he throws a ring in the sea for Theseus to fetch. He dives in the sea and dolphins take him to the Nerieiads wo give him a crown that proves his royal blood and godly inheritence (once again told through various sources

Of course the Nereiads were there for the marriage of Thetis to Peleus and they also appear as entourage to Thetis when they mourn Patroclus

Also appearing to Argonautica

Nonnus in Dionysiaca also mentions the contribution of the Nereiads to the war between Dinysus and the Indians in which they actually take active part in the battle and either spread the madness across the field or even fight with satyrs and sea monsters.

The Nereiads of course are also a subject of both poetry and cult across Greece.

[pkmnfankids]

Some Wallace AU kids I did on my friend Discord because I have no self control.

Speio (Cynthia/Wallace) - A brooder and thinker. Spends a lot of her time with herself. Maybe a Water type trainer? She's named after the Nereid Spio/Speio.

George (Lance/Wallace) - Stern and strict and values strength. Deep down, however, he has conflicting cultural identity issues, being both a part of Clan Ryūjin and a Sootopolitan. Named after the legend Saint George and the Dragon.

Irene (Diantha/Wallace) - A bright and cheerful young woman with a passion for acting, especially drama. Named after Greek actress Irene Papas.

[saratogaroadwrites]

For King and Country (119/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount:  280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: none

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

=

In the late night cold, Evermore was quiet. The cheer and bustling warmth of the citizens as they prepared for the festivities had died away with the setting sun, and that had already been hours ago. Now there wasn’t even a murmur of activity to be found, all the lights in all the windows gone dark as the happy, peaceful citizens slept tucked up warm in their beds. All but the guards were asleep.

Well, all but the guards and Roland.

Stretching his legs out in front of him, Roland scanned the sky once more. The view from the Kingmaker’s Cathedral was a beautiful one, the stars spilled across the healed sky like diamonds across deep blue velvet. He looked from one to another to another, scanning for familiar constellations, but like every time before he found none. This time, though, the realization didn’t hurt as much. He sighed a small cloud of steam, then looked down at his phone in his hand. Another life stared back at him, the clock ticking away the seconds to the next day’s—and the new year’s—approach.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Without any fanfare, the clock rolled over. Roland closed his eyes, holding the phone close to his heart.

“Happy new year,” he whispered to their memory. He didn’t know if they could hear him, or where they were—if anywhere at all—but he hoped that wherever they were, they were together. That they were at peace, and that they understood why he had chosen what he had. Why he had chosen to stay.

He already knew that they would have. The thought made him smile just a little as he pulled the phone back. The screen had gone dark, and he tucked it safely away into his arms band. Sighing another cloud of steam, he turned his eyes to the stars once more. A few more minutes and he’d head to bed. Footsteps scuffed on the road below.

“Roland?”

Roland lowered his head, smiling softly. A soft violet mage-light flew up towards him, did a lazy loop of his head, then doubled back towards its caster. Leander’s face was calm, though his eyes were dark with concern. Roland let his smile grow a little wider, reaching out through the bond with reassurance. He was fine. Really.

“Hey,” he greeted, “You’re up late. Everything okay?”

“As well as can be, I suppose,” Leander replied, coming to sit beside him. His arm was warm where it brushed Roland’s shoulder. He leaned into that warmth and tilted his head. Leander took his wordless invitation and continued, “Speio—a priestess in training—has been having nightmares. Visions, I believe, and lately they have been…becoming rather unsettling.”

Unsettling enough to rattle Leander. Roland nudged him. “How so?”

“Before we faced the Horned One, she dreamed of Darkness overtaking the land, and countless souls being lost. I assumed she saw Doloran succeeding, and the dreams would stop when we defeated him, but they…” Leander frowned. His mage-light spun past, casting his face into odd shadows. “They have only gotten worse since our return. I have to wonder…”

“If the cause isn’t the Horned One.” Roland finished. It was a disconcerting thought. There was still so little he knew about magic; was it really out of the realm of possibility for a priestess to have prophetic dreams? No. Probably not. “What could it be, though?”

“I do not know,” Leander admitted. He closed his eyes. “I will have to look into it, but…I believe we can safely set such things aside for the night. It is a new year, after all.” He turned his face to the stars. “There will be plenty of time to handle any threats as we find them.”

“Yeah.” Roland smiled, setting the worry aside for the moment. “Whatever it is, we can handle it. Together.”

And they would. Whatever it was, whether it was just bad dreams or something much more real, they would tackle it as it came. But for tonight, there was only peace and quiet. Closing his eyes, Roland took a deep breath. If he was going to act, there would be no better time than now.

“Leander—”

“Roland, I—”

They spoke over one another, both stopping at the same time. Looking down at one another both blinked awkwardly, then laughed at their own awkwardness. Roland shook his head.

“You first,” he said. “What is it?”

Leander hesitated. He visibly worried his lower lip, fingers twitching against his knees. Roland tilted his head. He didn’t need the bond to know that something was bothering the other man, but what? He waited patiently; Leander would say what he needed to say in his own time. There was no sense in rushing him.

“I.” He swallowed hard. “You see, I. That is.” He cleared his throat, adjusting his cravat. Worry soured in Roland’s stomach. Was something wrong? He sent a bit of concern through the bond, but nothing came back in return. Something was really worrying Leander if he didn’t even respond to that. Roland watched as he took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“I was wondering,” he began slowly after a few seconds had passed, “What your thoughts are on relationships.”

What. Roland blinked, stunned. Relationships? His heart skipped a beat, cheeks flaring traitorously hot. The thought that Alex would have laughed her head off at him pushed back the thorns of guilt that threatened to weave around his heart. He sat back, staring at Leander. Could he really mean what he thought he meant?

“I.” He cleared his throat, shook off the shock as best he could. “It depends. Why are you asking?”

Did he dare to hope again? Leander swallowed hard, eyes focused on his hands. He clasped his fingers together to keep them from twitching. It didn’t help.

“I…I hope you do not find this too presumptuous of me, Roland, but…I have a confession to make.”

Oh. Oh. Roland’s heart skipped a beat.

“You do?”

“Yes. I…”

The world seemed to hold its breath. For those few moments, the only ones in the world were the two of them. Leander’s magelight danced past once more.

“I have…you see, for some time I,” Leander started, stalled out, tried again. “For some time now I have…”

It was obvious that this was hard on him. Roland reached out, laying a hand on top of Leander’s knee. He watched as Leander took one more deep, steadying breath as he finally worked up the nerve to say,

“I have feelings for you,” The words came out in a rush and then there was no stopping him. Roland could only stare, working his jaw but unable to get a word in edgewise, as Leander continued, “I care deeply for you, and not just as a friend or comrade, and I realize just how presumptous this must sound but—” He had to stop for air. Roland pounced on his chance.

“Leander!” He said sharply, startling the other man into gasping. The world remembered how to breathe. Roland didn’t remove his hand from Leander’s knee, taking in the other man’s face with fresh eyes. Alex would have liked him, he thought. He was as studious as she had been, but with a razor sharp wit that could have cut a man at fifty paces. She would have been so amused to find that Roland had a type, and it was that thought that gave him the certainty that she would have been alright with this, with him moving on.

She would have wanted him to be happy. And Leander did make him happy. They laughed together, worked well together, trusted one another. He could be open with Leander in ways he couldn’t be with the others, even with the Bond, and know that no matter what he would be accepted, issues and all. Lectured, maybe, and certainly scolded if he went and did something stupid again, but that was just a part of their relationship. It went both ways. Adding romance to the equation…it wouldn’t change much. He knew that, too.

And this was a second chance. He wouldn’t waste it wondering about the what ifs and the hows. Not anymore. But that didn’t mean that Leander didn’t deserve the truth before they went in to this, because he did. Slowly, Roland squeezed his knee.

“I.” His cheeks flushed hotter. Feeling a bit like a lovestruck teenager all over again, Roland laughed at himself. Gods, Alex would have lost her mind laughing, wouldn’t she? Of course she would have. “I like you, too. I have for a while now, and—” He looked up, heart full to bursting as he watched the joy spread across Leander’s face. “I’d really like to give it a shot, if that’s why you’re asking, but.” His tongue got stuck to the inside of his all of a sudden dry mouth. He had to clear his throat to get the words out. “There’s something you need to know first.”

“What?”

“It’s…complicated...”

No. It was complicated. It would always be complicated, but he couldn’t rely on that half truth any longer. He took a breath to steel himself. Whatever happened next, he would face it head on.

“More complicated than living the same day for three hundred years?” Leander chuckled.

“A lot more.” Roland said. Leander’s smile dropped away, and Roland pulled back his hand to slip his phone from his arms band. He turned it on, glanced at his old life, and then held it out for Leander to take. “Here. You should see this.”

Carefully, Leander slipped the phone from his hand. The reflection of light off of his glasses his his eyes from Roland, and he found it a little harder to breathe. What would happen now, he wondered. How would Leander react? Only time would tell. Seconds passed, feeling oddly like an eternity before Leander raised his head.

“Well. This does explain your reaction to my comments of you going gray at fifty.”

Roland smiled ruefully. “Yeah. Kind of…already happened.” He looked down at his phone, dark in Leander’s hands. “Feels like a lifetime ago.”

“I suppose it was.” Leander said softly. “Were they your family?”

“Mhm. My wife, and my son.” Somehow, it hurt less to talk about them. Was that a part of moving on, of getting on with life? Maybe. Or maybe it was just finally being able to talk about them, even in the past tense, that made it hurt less to talk about them at all. “Alex and Trevor.”

“I see. You were together for quite some time, then?”

“Years. That—she—us—it meant something to me. It still does, and…there’s always going to be some part of me that misses her.”

“Roland…” Leander shook his head. A rush of warm affection poured down the bond as he set a hand on Roland’s knee. “I would hardly ask you to set aside someone who meant so much to you. If.” He paused, took a deep breath, then said, “If you would…prefer to forget this conversation ever happened, then—”

“No.” Roland interrupted, heart skipping a beat. “I don’t want to forget it, and I don’t want to not try. That’s not why I’m telling you about her. She wouldn’t.” He swallowed hard. “Alex’d kill me if I used her as an excuse to not try. I just.” He swallowed again, steadying himself. “I wanted you to know the truth. You deserve the truth, and I’ll understand if this changes things—”

Leander snorted with laughter. The suddenness of the sound startled Roland out of his spiraling thoughts, leaving him blinking in the dark. Leander waved a hand through the air.

“My apologies. I simply…” He shook his head. “Oh, Roland. You utterly ridiculous man…”

Reaching up with one hand, he cupped the back of Roland’s head and pulled him forward in the same moment he leaned in, stopping only when they rested forehead to forehead. All protest died in Roland’s throat as he breathed in deep, sinking into the calm support and acceptance that surrounded him.

“Thank you for telling me the truth,” Leander said softly, “And for trusting me with them, but this does not change anything. Who you were matters less to me than who you are now.” He ran his fingers through Roland’s hair. “You do not have to be shackled to your past. You are allowed to look to your future.”

“I know.” Roland’s hands found Leander’s free hand, his phone cold between them. “And I’m trying. It’s just that…sometimes it catches up. Catches me off guard. You’ve seen what happens when it does.” He opened his eyes. “I’ve got issues, Leander. Are you sure you want to get involved with that?”

“Our souls are bound together,” Leander said flatly, “I do not believe that we could be any more involved, but yes.” He opened his eyes, then smiled softly. “Roland, if you truly thought that such things would turn me away, you are sorely mistaken, my friend.”

Slowly, quietly, some half-forgotten part of Roland’s heart began to beat again. A soft smile spread across his face.

“Well then.” Taking a chance, he twisted his hand to lace his fingers with Leander’s. Leander simply tightened his grip. “Can’t say it’s the first time, but I’m really glad to be wrong this time.”

“Likewise.” Leander said, voice soft and warm. He searched Roland’s face and added, “I realize it is rather late, but would you care to join me for a meal? I feel we have much to discuss.”

They did. But even knowing that, Roland found his smile growing just a little bit wider.

“It’s a date.”

[visual-walkthrough]

Ni no Kuni II Revenant Kingdom Mission Speio, Priestess in Training

[kaikaykoa]

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here it is

[star-felled]

hey nnk2 fans. go draw some citizens i think that would be funny (im begging im begging please my god the brainrot is so bad

[punkbuckybarnes]

reminder that when achilles heard of patroclus’ death, he cried so loudly the gods at the bottom of the sea heard him :) 

While he pondered thus in mind and heart, there drew nigh unto him the son of lordly Nestor, shedding hot tears, and spake the grievous tidings: “Woe is me, thou son of wise-hearted Peleus, full grievous is the tidings thou must hear, such as I would had never been. [20] Low lies Patroclus, and around his corpse are they fighting—his naked corpse; but his armour is held by Hector of the flashing helm.” So spake he, and a black cloud of grief enwrapped Achilles, and with both his hands he took the dark dust [25] and strewed it over his head and defiled his fair face, and on his fragrant tunic the black ashes fell. And himself in the dust lay outstretched, mighty in his mightiness, and with his own hands he tore and marred his hair. And the handmaidens, that Achilles and Patroclus had got them as booty, shrieked aloud in anguish of heart, [30] and ran forth around wise-hearted Achilles, and all beat their breasts with their hands, and the knees of each one were loosed be-neath her. And over against them Antilochus wailed and shed tears, holding the hands of Achilles, that in his noble heart was moaning mightily; for he feared lest he should cut his throat asunder with the knife. [35] Then terribly did Achilles groan aloud, and his queenly mother heard him as she sat in the depths of the sea beside the old man her father. Thereat she uttered a shrill cry, and the goddesses thronged about her, even all the daughters of Nereus that were in the deep of the sea. There were Glauce and Thaleia and Cymodoce, [40] Nesaea and Speio and Thoë and ox-eyed Halië, and Cymothoë and Actaeä and Limnoreia, and Melite and Iaera and Amphithoe and Agave, Doto and Proto and Pherousa and Dynamene, and Dexamene and Amphinone and Callianeira, [45] Doris and Pynope and glorious Galatea, Nemertes and Apseudes and Callianassa, and there were Clymene and Ianeira and Ianassa, Maera and Orithyia and fair-tressed Amatheia, and other Nereids that were in the deep of the sea. [the Iliad, book 18]

[demonprosecutor]

HELL YEAH MORE HADES ONESHOTS

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11

zagreus, the prince of the underworld, as you have come to know him for the duration of his stay thus far, was an interesting god. unlike many of the gods you have come to known in the duration of your short life, much like his mother, he was a polite, gentle, sweet individual who seemed to turn away from the scheming machinations that was present both in olympus and the underworld. who delighted in the simplicity of existence.

but there was something deeper, something that you had recognized. there was deep-rooted impatience within him that reminded you of a warrior unsure of how to lay his blade to rest, eyes darting at the shadowy darkness of the lands, as though waiting for an enemy to leap out and be slain.

the prince did not luxuriate in war, not like his kin (or at least a particular one), but an existence dedicated towards slaying the wretched masses to escape made it difficult to relax in a place where peace was finally found.

perhaps it was your fault in failing to recognize that, failing to realize that there were just certain things that one mustn’t do when it came to warriors fresh from war.

it is one day you notice the prince staring out in the distance, just outside the threshold of the cottage. so lost in his thoughts that it appeared as though he nary breathed, midnight-black hair rustling slightly in the playful breeze of the perpetual summer that lady persephone’s protections offered (or was it lady demeter simply avoiding her daughter’s lands to soil with winter?)

your steps are nigh silent, a lightness to your feet that is birthed from years of not wanting to be heard, and you reach out to grasp his bicep or to tap his shoulder to ask what he wanted for lunch that day. but the moment you make contact with furnace-hot skin, he stirs into action.

one moment, you’re standing there, and the next, pain is bursting behind your eyelids like stars, the prince’s forearm braced against your neck in bruising tightness as he pins you against the wall of the cottage. he snarls at you like a wolf, the feared blade at his hand, and in spite of everything, in spite of your instincts shrieking at you to claw your way out, you don’t.

instead, you remain still - a shaking trembling leaf that nary dared to breathe, eyes wide, a statue pinned underneath the uncaring hands of its sculptor.

when seconds pass, and battle-fury fades from red-green eyes, zagreus blinks out of his trauma-induced response and stumbles back, blade clattering with a dulled thud onto the grass. fire-flickering feet flash against the grass, horror evident in his expression, helpless, apologetic.

you could already feel the bruises forming at your neck and thanked the gods that he didn’t manage to snap your neck or your spine with how aggressively he slammed you against the cottage.

“mate, i’m... i’m---” he tries and fails to string together a multitude of apologies, too reminiscent of string unspooling ceaselessly, and tries to reach out. it is an action that makes you flinch, and in spite of yourself, you know that you are still trembling like a little leaf tossed in the throes of a hurricane.

he tries again to reach out, and you run.

you run, heels flashing like licks of flame on the ground, unhearing of the way zagreus called out for you to return. lord hermes would be pleased with how fleet-footed you were.

zagreus finds you, an hour later, near the top-most branch of an oak tree - its dryad long dead, on a thick branch that you found big enough for you to sit on whenever you felt troubled. he approaches the tree with the same openness of approaching a skittish, wounded animal. and it takes everything to swallow the fear that lumped at your throat.

he looks up, your form swallowed by the mass of foliage, interrupted by the briefest glimpse of legs swinging. a sigh comes from the prince, as he seats himself at the base of the tree. “----- i’m sorry.” he eventually says, picking at the grass and tossing it away from him. “i did not intend to hurt you. or to scare you.”

you did not deign to answer, long enough zagreus squirmed, but: “i know.” you sigh similarly, weary almost. “i accept your apology. i should have known better than to walk up behind you like that.”

the prince attempts to see you, but it was as though the tree blocked you from view; for no matter how he moved his head, the branches always obscured.

the silence reigned for torturous seconds, you, sitting on your favoured spot and trying to will away the anxiety-thump of your heart. and zagreus, sitting at the base of the tree, guilt swelling his god-heart to uncomfortable degrees. 

“this tree used to have a dryad, you know.” zagreus startles and makes the abortive movement to look up, but decides otherwise - contenting himself with picking up a leaf and rolling the stem betwixt his fingers so that it spun. “their name was speio.” you pull your fall-roughened knees to your chest. 

“was?”

you tried to tamp down the sadness, a grief that left you numb and unfeeling. “was,” came the agreement. “they died a few months back. an ancient sickness that left them weak and took them to the underworld.” there was a thought to ask if zagreus had seen them wandering the underworld as a shade before banishing it. he probably wouldn’t know them, the shades that walked about were in multitudes and most likely beneath his notice (a product of his upbringing). “they were my friend and whenever i felt too alone or sad, i would come here and speio would comfort me. even if the dryad is gone, i know that the tree still protects me, still comforts me in the way speio would if they were still here.”

zagreus considers the leaf in his hands, blade back at the cottage, sequestered safely in the room that they had prepared for him. “why are you telling me this? i mean, i’m honoured, but...” he trails off uncertainly. he doesn’t hear you answer for a bit, only realizes that you’re not in the tree any longer and standing before him.

“i just wanted to tell you that i...” you look away slightly, as though flustered, “--- still trust you. i’m not afraid of you.” reflexively, you hold out your hand for the prince to take.

and he does! much to your surprise.

but what baffles you is the... heaviness of the god prince. he laughs loudly at the way you dug your heels into the dirt, forehead shining with sweat, at the way you struggled. before he helped you pick him up. your hands lingered for a second before letting go. “for someone who i saw wrestle a boar once, you are surprisingly weak.”

it was a jest that makes you roll your eyes in camaraderie, “you gods are just made different,” you grumble, padding back towards the cottage. zagreus nudges you, hard enough that you stumble to the side (you found that centuries within the underground, deprived of warmth and touch, made him hunger for it as well - normally, gods would shy away at physical contact with mortals). you give him a dirty look and shove him back, mouth unmoving at his laughter, even if there was a telltale softness in your gaze.

“tell me: what do you want for lunch?”

zagreus smiles, delighted. “i thought you’d never ask.”

[spannycattheogony]

Alternative Theogonies 1: Homer’s Theogony

Chapter 1: Homer’s Theogony  (c. 750-725 BC)

Homer Iliad 14.200: Okeanos, whence the gods have risen, and Tethys our mother who brought me up kindly in their own house, and cared for me and took me from Rheia, at that time when Zeus of the wide brows drove Kronos underneath the earth and the barren water. {p. 168}. 

Homer Iliad 14.255: Night who has power over gods and men… Zeus let be, though he was angry in awe of doing anything to swift Night’s displeasure. {p. 169}. 

Homer Iliad 5.898: dropped beneath the gods of the bright skys ouraniones]. {p. 66}.

Homer Iliad 14.295: that time they [Zeus and Hera] first went to bed together and lay in love, and their dear parents knew nothing about it. {p. 170}.

Homer Iliad 8.479: The undermost limits of earth and sea, where Iapetos and Kronos seated have no shining of the sun god Hyperion to delight them nor winds' delight, but Tartaros stands deeply about them. {p. 95}.

Homer Iliad 14.277: all those gods who live in the Pit, and who are called Titanes. {p. 170}.

Homer Iliad 13.361: Indeed, the two [Zeus and Poseidon] were of one generation and a single father, but Zeus was the elder born and knew more. {p. 155.}

Homer Iliad 15.187: We are three brothers born by Rheia to Kronos, Zeus, and I [Poseidon], and the third is Hades, lord of the dead men. And in three-fold wise are all things divided, and unto each hath been apportioned his own domain. I verily, when the lots were shaken, won for my portion the grey sea to be my habitation for ever, and Hades won the murky darkness, while Zeus won the broad heaven amid the air and the clouds; but the earth and high Olympus remain yet common to us all. {p. 178}.

Homer Iliad 5.370: Aphrodite fell at the knees of her mother, Dione. {p. 56}.

Homer Odyssey 8.305: Aphrodite daughter of Zeus. {p. 378}.

Homer Iliad 18.37: along the depth of the sea were daughters of Nereus. For Glauke was there, Kymodoke and Thaleia, Nesaie and Speio and Thoe, and ox-eyed Halia; Kymothoe was there, Aktaia and Limnoreia, Melite and Iaira, Amphithoe and Agaue, Doto and Proto, Dynamene and Pherousa, Dexamene and Amphinome and Kallianeira; Doris and Panope and glorious Galateia, Nemertes and Apseudes and Kallianassa; Klymene was there, Ianeira and Ianassa, Maira and Orithyia and lovely-haired Amatheia, and the rest who along the depth of the sea were Nereides. The silvery cave was filled with these. {pp. 221-222}.

Homer Odyssey 8.310:  I [Hephaestus] am misshapen from birth, and for this I hold no other responsible but my own father and mother. {p. 379}.

Homer Odyssey 11.576: And I saw Tityos, Earth's glorious son, lying in the plain, and sprawled over nine acres. Two vultures, sitting one on either side, were tearing his liver, plunging inside the caul. With his hands he could not beat them away. He had manhandled Leto, the honored consort of Zeus, as she went through spacious Panopeus, toward Pytho. {p. 417}. 

Homer Iliad 4. 440 (c. 750-725 BC): And Hate [Eris] whose wrath is relentless, she is the sister and companion of murderous Ares. {p. 47}

Source: The Iliad and The Odyssey of Homer, translated by Richmond Lattimore, published by Encyclopaedia Britannica, 1993.

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【美妝】太太的夢幻少女心－用SPEIO的環保材質、低敏成份打造無負擔妝容

文章都還沒開始就快被首圖可愛死

很難得看到我的版面這麼繽紛吧

真的要感謝SPEIO激發出太太少女的一面

SPEIO是台灣的輕魔幻彩妝品牌

一開始只是被這些彩妝夢幻的外表所吸引

但了解過品牌的核心價值後，就更深深喜歡上SPEIO

SPEIO在希臘神話中是海洋女神兒女的意思

也正象徵了SPEIO從最純淨的海洋中，萃取出對我們無負擔的化妝品成分

最重要的是，全品牌產品都選用了符合環保趨勢的可回收再利用紙材作為包裝

不要懷疑，連唇膏都是紙質做成的唷

但質感非常好，也很扎實堅固耐用

這邊簡單總結SPEIO的三大品牌核心價值：輕盈、環保、煥彩

至於SPEIO如何實際體現這三大核心價值，我就慢慢試色慢慢聊，等等妳們就知道了

今天整張臉都是用SPEIO完成的唷，有粉餅、腮紅、眼影和唇膏

就從底妝開始介紹吧

夢中海洋 立體霧光雙色粉餅

夢中海洋這系列真的超可愛

每樣產品的圖案設計都好夢幻又充滿童趣

連鏡子的編框設計都很有童話感

粉盒有隱藏式磁扣，開闔處也做得很密合，平常丟在包包也沒問題

打開後會發現一盤有兩色，我這盤是 白皙+自然

另一個色號是 白皙+健康

可以依照個人膚色和需求做選擇

像我本身膚色算是沒有很白但又不黑，普羅大眾的膚色

我用的這盤就可以利用自然色先當底妝，白皙色用來打亮山根

效果非常自然

如果平常比較偏好修容，加強陰影讓臉看起來比較小的話，我建議選擇另一個色號 白皙+健康

給大家看看顏色

因為SPEIO是台灣品牌，所以在色號的選擇上真的可以非常放心

自然色真的就是我們台灣大部分女生的膚色，不用擔心太白太黑或是太黃

剛剛有說到SPEIO希望能夠帶給我們沒有負擔的化妝品

所以獨家研發了不含滑石粉與礦物油的配方

因為含有滑石粉和礦物油的話，肌膚毛孔會比較容易堵塞與過敏，上妝後也會覺得比較厚重一些

但SPEIO全系列產品都堅持不添加滑石粉和礦物油，比較不會致痘和粉刺，而且是連敏感肌都能放心使用的

大家近看會發現這盒粉餅的粉質真的是超級細緻

是我喜歡的柔霧妝感

實際上臉後真的會發現超級輕盈服貼

對於毛孔和細紋的修飾真的沒話說，而且遮瑕力大大超出我的想像

我自己覺得肌膚的感受是很薄很透，即使上妝一整天，肌膚仍然能夠順暢呼吸，控油又保濕

這是我最近最愛的妝容，膚質看起來比真實的我還要好很多很多

 第二樣產品是 夢中海洋 六色眼影盤

維持這系列的童趣���包裝，和一般市面上主流彩妝完全不同的風格

在化妝時不知不覺也會被這種童趣的氛圍影響

覺得心情很好很雀躍，雀躍到化妝節奏不知不覺也變快了哈哈哈

這盒打開就知道中了！

六色全都是我最愛的、最常用的色系

也是最實用最百搭的顏色，就連化妝新手也都能輕鬆上手

而且不管是上課上班的輕鬆日常妝，到約會電眼妝都可以用這盤搞定

實用到不行的一盤！

顏色都是基本又大方的百搭色

只有6號是比較偏霧面的，其他都是帶一點微微的珠光

珠光不浮誇，是很細緻那種，不會太閃太亮

但有了這一點點的珠光，整體眼妝看起來會比較有精神

 夢中海洋 三色腮紅盤

包裝是同樣的主題，但腮紅盤換成Tiffany色調，覺得很療癒

腮紅盤分別有三種完全不同風格的顏色

而且這一盤感覺可以用很久，再看看這個可愛的價格，CP值超高

一樣不含滑石粉，粉質非常細膩而且顯色度超級棒！

我覺得顯色到��來當眼影也OK，尤其是中間的微醺美人魚，當眼影的話會有一種乾燥玫瑰花色的效果

這盤腮紅除了單擦每個顏色都很美以外，還可以疊擦混色，或是變成漸層色，真的覺得超美！

像我這次的妝容就一次用了兩個顏色，分別是羞羞比目魚和陽光的烙印

這邊送上我整臉使用到的產品色號，因為我不是專攻美妝的部落客，所以真的盡力了，大家不要嫌棄偶

眼影和眉毛我都是用剛剛的夢中海洋六色眼影盤完成喔

覺得眼影盤的5、6都很適合拿來當眉粉，顏色很自然

眼妝部分其實就是我日常的畫法分享給大家

重點就是眉下我會先用最白最亮的顏色先打亮

眼窩大範圍使用橘色系（2）和珊瑚色系（3）疊擦

因為希望眼神看起來更深邃一些，所以我個人習慣在眼尾部分會用深色眼影（5）加強 側V這個形狀＜＞

最深的6號我拿來當眼線，但我只會畫後2/3

我不太喜歡用眼線液，平常都用深色眼影當眼線，覺得眼神比較柔和自然

眼下則是用帶一點米黃的1號稍微帶過，這樣一來眼下就會有微微的珠光，有點亮亮的但又不會太誇張

山根部分則是用粉餅的白皙色打亮

接下來就是腮紅囉，我先用比較粉色調的羞羞比目魚掃過兩側顴骨中間（包含鼻樑），有點像之前流行的曬傷妝化法

但在平常上腮紅的地方再疊上橘色調的陽光烙印

完成啦！

畫完覺得好適合去海邊拍照

這個妝容在我臉上根本鐵漢柔情

多了腮紅疊擦，整個人都變溫柔，好像還有點減齡的效果

 綺麗花園 絲滑潤澤唇膏

唇膏雖然也是用環保可回收紙質做的，但質感還是很棒耶

在使用前，我還想說是紙質的會不會轉得不順卡卡的，結果根本完全沒有這個問題好嗎！

這系列有三個顏色：人見人愛好媳婦的珊瑚色系、韓系美少女桃紅色系、俐落氣勢女強人或是潑辣少婦（我在說我，哈哈哈哈）的正紅色系

這三個顏色都超美！

而且是我平常真的都會使用到的顏色

光是試在手上就感覺到這系列唇膏超級無敵滑順

實際上唇是這樣，可以感受到它的滋潤嗎

我超級驚豔！因為我這陣子其實唇況並不是很好，但這唇膏除了滋潤以外還超不顯唇紋

這是 初秋珊瑚藤

帶一點橘色調，但又不會太橘，是一款適合我們亞洲人膚色的橘色系唇彩

SPEIO的唇彩都沒添加礦物油，不會造成唇色暗沉

 接下來是 子夜鬱皇后

是這三色裡面最接近正紅的

一擦上去整個人氣勢都出來了

 接下來是最青春有活力的 飛舞千鳥花

這顏色就是很飽和的桃紅色

擦上後整個人變得很有活力的感覺

��後大家發現了我眼下有小小的圖案嗎？

這是SPEIO附送的魔法印記貼紙，可以試色時玩

我覺得用在臉上搭配妝容很可愛，就用口紅擦在臉上

 我來總結一下綺麗花園這系列唇膏給我的感受好了

最得我心的就是對唇紋的修飾真的很不錯，就算唇況不好也可以用的一款唇膏

質地非常柔滑，就像絲綢一樣，輕輕一抹就超顯色，重點是還非常輕盈，上妝一整天也不會覺得有負擔，同時潤澤度和持色度都很棒

以上幾樣SPEIO彩妝推薦給妳們

如果在尋找同時對肌膚和環境都較少負擔的彩妝品，那麼非SPEIO莫屬！

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For King and Country (77/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount:  280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: none

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

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The Dispellery was warm, hanging torches and a happily crackling hearth casting a soft golden glow on the gray stone of the large, circular room. Shutting the door behind him as he stepped inside, Evan took a moment to shake snow off of his cloak and boots, soaking in the warmth. Two happy voices filtered back towards him; his ears flicked forward. There was Li Li and…oh! Speio was here as well.

That was good. Perhaps a third opinion would also help matters.

The pair hadn’t noticed him come in, though as his boots thumped against the chilled stone floor, one of Li Li’s ears twitched in his direction. She turned her head from where she was sitting at a small table with Speio, the remnants of lunch and tea spread out between them.

“Oh!” She startled, “King Evan! What a surprise, I wasn’t expecting you, we—”

“Please,” Evan spread his hands, pulling his hood back with a smile. “It’s alright. I’m sorry for intruding. I can come back later?”

“Oh, no, we were just discussing…” Speio trailed off, sharing a knowing glance with Li Li. Evan tilted his head as she turned a too innocent smile on him. “Well, it doesn’t really matter now. How are you, your Majesty? Is everything alright? You seem a little distracted.”

“Well, yes…” he said slowly. She looked far too innocent, and his instincts were telling him to bolt a very fast path out of the room, but he stomped on them. Now wasn’t the time for such things. “I had a question for Li Li, but perhaps you might know an answer as well, given your experience with magics.”

When they both looked at him curiously, Evan gathered his courage. He hadn’t really thought about how to ask this without sounding foolish, but maybe that was alright. Sometimes, maybe it was best just to be plainly honest with people.

“Do you know about Soul Mates?”

“Soul Mates?” Li Li tilted her head, ears perked forward. She blinked a few times and then asked, “Do you mean, like in the story of Sage Oliver and the Dark Djinn?”

“Yes.” Evan nodded. “Just like that.”

“Of course I know about them. I can’t think of anyone who hasn’t read the story at least once before.” She frowned. “Why do you ask?”

How could he explain this without giving away Roland’s secret? It was enough that the Inner Cabinet knew, though they still hadn’t brought up the Manticore in the room. Shoving away the knowledge that they would have to talk about it at some point, he worried the inside of his lip. How could he…ah! Of course.

“Hypothetically speaking,” he said slowly, “Do either of you know a way to sever a connection between Soul Mates? Other than one of the pair doing it themselves, I mean.”

With a frown, Speio cradled her chin in one hand. The long sleeve of her deep pink dress pulled back down her wrist a bit with the motion.

“Without one of the two doing it?” She repeated. “No, I don’t think so. And aren’t Soul Mates a really really old kind of Magic? I thought only the Gods could make people Soul Mates.”

“The stories do say that it can only happen at birth,” Li Li nodded, “So it certainly isn’t something that any mortal Witch or Wizard could really control…” She cupped her hands around her cup of tea. “I don’t know a way to sever the bond like that, either.”

Evan fought to keep his face even. “What about dispelling it? You broke the curse on Nella, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but that was a curse.” Li Li frowned. “A bond between Soul Mates is a gift, King Evan, not a curse. And that’s if they even still exist at all!” She blew out a puff of air. “The last known Soul Mates were Sage Oliver and the Dark Djinn. None have been recorded since.”

Oh, if only she knew. Still, what she was saying made some sense. After all, she had no way of knowing that this connection truly was a curse and not some Gods-given gift.

“Alright. But—” He looked up quickly, “Say that it was a curse. And, say that you had a pair of Soul Mates right here, right now. How would you break it?”

Speio and Li Li exchanged a confused look; he was likely worrying them with this line of desperate questioning, but he held his ground. Li Li hummed in the back of her throat, fingers tapping against her tea cup.

“Well…I would start by finding out what sort of magic drives the curse. Miss Aranella’s curse was pure Darkness, so that made it simple enough to break, but a bond between Soul Mates…” Her brow furrowed. “I doubt something like that would be Darkness…”

“Light, maybe?” Speio twisted a lock of hair between two fingers. “I can’t see something so pure being Darkness, even if it somehow was a curse.” She scrunched up her nose. “I would say pray and beseech the patron God for this sort of thing, too, but I’m not sure which God that would be! Or if there even is one for this…”

“Perhaps Sister Callianera would know such things?” Leander’s voice came from behind them as the door swung silently open. "She is not high priestess for no reason, after all.”

“Archon Leander!” Speio bounced out of her chair, rushing forward and taking him by the hand. The snow that dotted his coat and hair fell off as she tugged him towards the table, barely giving him time to shut the door before he had to keep up or be dragged. “Maybe you can help us.”

“I will certainly try,” he said with a smile, inclining his head in greeting to Li Li and Evan, “Though I am no longer Archon, Speio.”

“You will always be my Archon,” she huffed. Quickly moving on she said, “King Evan was just asking us if there was a way to sever the bond between Soul Mates. You know more about Magic than either of us, so….” She turned her head and smiled innocently at him. “Is there a way?”

Leander glanced sideways at Evan, who had to force himself to not look away. They both knew the real reason he was asking this question. Adjusting his glasses, Leander shook his head.

“The only way I know for certain is that one of the pair must be magically inclined, and must sever the bond themselves.”

Which was nothing that Evan hadn’t heard or read before. His stomach lurched, and it was a struggle to not look away as his heart sank, leaving a hollow heaviness in his chest. He had hoped, had wanted so badly for it to be simple, but…of course it wouldn’t be. If the bond between Soul Mates was anything like a Kingsbond, it would never break easily.

“Of course.” He said quietly. “Thank you.”

“However,” Leander said, adjusting his glasses, “There is much that I do not know. I would not give up all hope just yet.”

Evan jerked his head up to find Leander smiling gently at him, a knowing gleam in his eyes. Evan could hear what he wasn’t saying aloud: Don’t give up hope. Somehow, they would find a way. He nodded once, a slow smile curving across his face.

“Of course not,” he said, trying to project just a little bit of confidence. Leander was right. They still had places to look for answers. He turned to Speio and Li Li, his smile growing a little as they smiled back at him. “But truly, thank you. I value your guidance more than I can say.”

“Of course, King Evan,” Li Li nodded. “Would you two like to join us for tea? It’s getting awfully cold out there.”

“It is,” Leander agreed, “But I am afraid I must decline for now. Something has come up, and I have need of King Evan.”

Evan’s smile dropped. He turned around. “Something has come up?” He asked. Leander had missed dinner the night before, and he hadn’t been at breakfast, either. Evan had assumed he’d simply stayed in Neo Hydropolis and thought nothing else of it, but now…was Evan seeing things, or did he seem more harried than usual? “Is everything alright?”

“Is it Queen Nerea?” Speio burst out, hands clasped in front of her heart, “The others? The city?”

“Everyone is fine,” Leander said soothingly, “Her Majesty sends her regards and hopes that all within Evermore are doing well. There is nothing to be concerned about, Speio.”

Sinking back down into her chair, Speio made a whimpering sound in the back of her throat. She did not, Evan realized, sound at all convinced. He reached out to her.

“Speio? Are you alright?”

“I…” She closed her eyes, frowning. “Y-yes. I…I’m sorry, King Evan, but lately I have been having these awful dreams…a great Darkness falling over the land, hundreds of souls lost…I came to ask Li Li if I had been cursed, but…”

“But you are not.” Leander finished as Li Li reached over, putting a hand on Speio’s arm. “Speio, how long have you been having these dreams?”

“Since…just over a week ago,” She said, raising her head. Evan drew back, confused. Just over a week ago? They had been in Broadleaf then. What could have happened in Evermore that could have—oh.

Oh no.

“That was when Doloran stole President Vector’s Kingsbond.” Evan said, his stomach flipping. “But how could that affect your dreams, Speio? Do the Gods speak to the Priestesses in dreams?”

“It has been written before, yes.” Leander said pensively. His expression was kind as he turned to Speio and said, “Speio, if your dreams grow worse, please inform me. They are likely a warning of things to come.”

“Of course, Archon—” She caught herself and smiled wanly, “Consul Leander. Thank you.”

“Of course. Now, if you will excuse us—” He placed a hand on Evan’s shoulder, steering him from the room. Evan barely had time to call out a goodbye to Li Li and Speio before they were back in the cold, Leander closing the door behind them.

“Leander,” Evan scolded, pulling his hood up to shield his ears from the snow, “What in the world has gotten into you? Is everyone truly alright?”

“Yes,” he said, chafing his arms, “Everyone in Neo Hydropolis is truly well, but I am afraid that I bring bad news.” He took a breath and met Evan’s eyes.

“There is a spy in Evermore.”

Notes:

[theunexpectedexpectations]

Ezequiel said "I'd rather stand at this point."

"Understandable-" she paused, "Now, I'm sure you'd like some clarification on everything?"

"You bet I do! Where is she?" Ezequiel asked.

"It's complicated, Ezequiel. She is here, she is alive, but she is 'unreachable' at the moment." she looked down at her hands and started crying. "I have failed in this aspect.."

He looked and waited for more answers.

"The beings that took her are of the Realm, but you see.. they've somehow punctured holes into your Veil. Sigrid was assigned to 'close' these holes, as she was already in the Human Realm, but when she tried she was confronted with a powerful force. This force is searching for your daughter.. they knew Sigrid was her mother." the Queen looked like she was growing more pale the longer she spoke.

"Can she be saved?" Ezequiel asked.

"I've tried.." she said, "But the magic I'm against is quite.. formidable. It's taken most of energy today alone trying to find her.. it's as if she hidden behind dark mist and I cannot get her. I can only sense her life force still here."

Ezequiel stared and realized what is being said. "What does this mean for Freya?"

The Queen paused for a long time and finally said, "We need her to help us, Ezequiel.."

"What could an 8 year old girl possibly be able to do that you can't? You're the Queen?!" Ezequiel said.

"It's not that simple.. I agree that a mere child should not be held to such expectations. My request of you, Ezequiel, is do not tell her of us. Do not encourage her mind either way.. the Human mind was meant to have freewill and I'd rather not influence her mind in any way." she said.

"I agree, Miss," he started, "But if not now, then when? I want to be with my wife again.."

"Where I understand your pain, it maybe be a few years to get her mind ready. Support her, love her, care for her, and be there for her. Let her decide what is real and what is for her. She- despite not knowing- has capabilities I cannot measure up to, myself. She almost has a seal on herself I would call it," the Queen paused, "She's wise to have done this, it's been protecting her and leading towards better judgements."

"I don't know what to say," he started, "So am I supposed to keep the fact I know Sigrid is alive away from her daughter? Won't that be worse than better?"

The Queen looked at his face and her sad expression never changed, "It's best if she does not think- which at this point in time she cannot- save her mother. She cannot be awakened yet, Ezequiel or the world you live in and everything else could suffer. Even other Realms."

Ezequiel realizing no matter what he chooses, Freya may never forgive him for keeping her mother's livelihood to himself.

"Believe me, Ezequiel, if it was for the better I would encourage you to tell her and bring her here so she can hone into her skills," the Queen stopped and looked very sad, "But no matter what.. Good nor Evil are allowed to influence her.. They both have outcomes I dare not speak on.. Destruction, death.. to all things not just Humans or Elves. I've seen these both for my own eyes."

Ezequiel looking at the drained, Queen elf was starting realize the desperation in the situation. A creature he thought was surely just for books and videogames is real, and very seriously asking him to just take care of Freya.

"I understand." he said, "I'll leave now, and I understand what you need from me."

"I have one other request-" she asked after him.

He stopped and turned, "What's that?"

"Please come and update us, the darkness has not been allowing me to see anything anymore.." she said looking ashamed.

"As long as Speio brings me here the right way next time." Ezequiel responded.

"Ah, yes, his magic is not perfect you see. He is only a hybrid, but he does his best." she said warmly.

Ezequiel nodded and walked up the stairs and through the corridors making his way to the front doors.

Grabbing his phone again realizing it's still:

5:45 am

'Geez does time not exist here or what?' he thought to himself. In that same moment, he heard what sounded like fizzing and when he looked up from his phone he was standing in his kitchen with the teapot in his hand instead of his phone.

Freya yawned, and groggily walked into the kitchen. "Oh hey, good morning." She walked to fridge and snagged out the orange juice.

Ezequiel still recovering a bit from the vertigo stared into space about the conversation he had with the Queen. Feeling a bit of remorse for his daughter and whatever fate her future holds, he knows now he has to try to be what she needs. In the meantime, maybe he can find a way to get his beloved Sigrid back from whatever darkness may have her?

"Hello, Earth to dad??" Freya said.

Realizing he was just stand there with the teapot in his hand still, he began to pour a cup. "Hey, kiddo, you want some of my honey tea, too?"

"No, I'm okay, but I may go for a walk or something is that alright?" she asked.

"I don't mind, but don't get too close to the tree lines or anything, and try to stay where I can keep an eye on you. Okay?" he responded.

"Uh sure, that makes sense I guess." she said walking to her room.

She pulled her favorite green shirt on and plopped her hat on her messy hair. She looked at herself hard, trying to feel normal again. And what was wrong with her dad why was he so weird this morning?

She walked out the sliding doors and made her way to the little bench she saw by the water, that was close enough she figured. It made sense really.. with her mom disappearing, then Freya coming home late that same morning she can't really blame him for being.. Paranoid.

She ran out to the bench excited to explore, but realized very quickly that exploring is something that her mother didn't really like her doing. Freya walked to the bench and sat down really reflecting on her life and what her future may entail. Her mother wouldn't want her exploring and based on her mother's disappearance she wasn't really feeling up to exploring anymore.

/Spash/

The fish in the pond were alive and very much active Freya noticed. She looked down at her legs and thought to herself what should she do? What would her mom want her do? How would her mom want her to spend her time? Who is going to plan everything and keep things together for dad? Freya started realizing it was no more time for games. She needed to snap to reality and get with the program.

'Get with the program. Such a weird thing to say to people.' she thought. As if people are supposed to be programmable. She sighed and thought 'What if we are though? What if this is all there is?' Maybe it *is* time to get with the program she thought.

She wept for a moment realizing that she needed to let go of her fantasies and needed to focus on being there for her father. She felt as if she was going against every fiber in her being, but she needed to be realistic and level headed, like her mom. She needed to be grounded.

She needed to be here.

[hgaiaae]

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