Twelve

ch 4: Planning

"It seems that the Scorpio has regained some sense of being."

"Good, good. This is good," the god said with a sparkle in his eyes. "But I do believe that I will need a bit of assistance. If you don't mind, could you please call Hermes."

"I am not your errand runner."

"So I guess I'll be doing that. Thank you very much Pythia. I suppose I'll be seeing you soon, seeing as you're my eyes. Haha seeing. Eyes. Get it? Okay, okay, I'm leaving."

The god was so preoccupied by his thoughts that he had barely left his quarters when he walked straight into a column.

"Ack! Oh my nose! Oh I think it's broken. Heeeeeeelp," he called out melodramatically.

A goddess rushed over towards him, worry etched in her face. "Oh dear, Apollo, is it hurt badly?"

Apollo blushed deeply as he straightened himself. "Ah, um, I'm fine, Demeter. Honest."

"Ay, you fool," Artemis scolded as she stepped out from behind another column. "Demeter, pay him no mind. The idiot was just being dramatic."

Demeter smiled slightly as she gave Apollo a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Then I will be going. Do be more careful."

When Demeter had disappeared from sight, Artemis flicked her brother on the forehead. "Moron."

"Hey hey harsh," he whined as he nursed the his nose and forehead. "It really did hurt though!"

"Oh just shut up. I know you're an idiot, but I mean really! You walked into a column. What where you doing that distracted you so much anyway?"

Apollo seemed to forget his "broken" nose and smiled slyly. "I was just going to see Hermes about discrete transport. You see I've spotted a very nice blonde and-"

"Alright, I get it. I have no interest in your escapades."

"Hey, you asked. And by the way, what were you doing, lurking behind that column?"

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to go hunting, but I have my answer." She flicked him again and walked off.

Apollo internally breathed a sigh of relief. That was much too close.