Greetings, from Celadon!

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The rest of the night would be simply magical.

Savior fit in nicely with the kid team members of the Heroes of Celadon. They were more than happy to include her in their games of 4D Dance Dance Revolution, Time-Freeze Freeze Tag, Jekyll-and-Hyde-and-go-seek and all the other fun things that they, as superheroes, did for fun, when not kicking villain butt and taking villain names.

They romped with the Kitty of Doom, joined Wise and Sapient for a rousing game of high-speed Paintball, and elsewise made good use of the Penultimate's many many awesome attractions and sites to see.

They would even take joyrides on the Penultimate's prized equines. Amara rode an immaculate-white Hippos Athanatos (Immortal Horse), gleaming pearly-white as though touched still by sunlight. Kai rode a hippogriff, a majestic thing even among the other hippogriffs. Troy rode on a handsome and stately unicorn; his invulnerability to the unicorn's horn quickly earned the animal's respect. Bugsy rode a pegasus, a jovial steed that took great joy in half-flapping his wings to take great leaps. And Savior would take a Wind Horse; the ethereal stallion was a gift from the sylphs as a congratulation for the Penultimate on his coronation.

The five of them enjoyed themselves to no end, bobbing and weaving on their horses through the wilderness. Slowly, from the trees, the dryads emerged to watch, curious as to the nature of the hindmost rider, Savior. She didn't seem like the others. She seemed...familiar. As the wind horse carried her, the dryads waved to her pleasantly, sprinting to keep up. They swung from branches, dodged and ducked, until they reached the edge of the woods.

From there, the other nymphs would catch up. The nymphs of the winds (Aurai), of the lakes (Limnatides), of the fields and meadows (Leimonides), of the groves (Alseides), of the grottoes (Napaeae), of the mountains (Oreiades), of the rivers and streams (Naiades), of the trees (Dryades), of the marshes and wetlands (Eleionomae), all found Savior intriguing.

But none of that quite mattered yet. For now...Savior would simply savor the moment. The wind in her hair. The deepness of the night. The smell of the air, and the forests, and the fields. The pure expanse of the Penultimate's estate! They had crossed a good few miles, and had yet to reach a fence or a gate! Just how far did his property expand?

And she had never ridden a horse before, let alone one that could run on the breeze, and understand the voice of the winds...

And the winds told it suddenly to stop. And all the other horses heard it from the forest. Stop.

The horses would go no further, and when steered even with all the kids' might, would not turn back. Were they hungry? No, they had their feed bags on them in case they got hungry. Tired? Yeah right...

"What's the matter?" Amara stroked the snout of the immortal horse she rode, "You okay, Athanasia?"

The beautiful, deathless steed was silent, only snorting, and turning to greet the presence that IT had sensed first. The others turned, and noticed it. The nymphs. They were first timid and maidenly-shy, but now a curiosity had seized them, as their nympholepsy had seized so many others in the days of old. Obviously one of them knew why they all felt so drawn to her...

She stepped forward, and behind her, her sisters. They were misty eyed, and happy to see her beyond words. Savior stepped off of her horse, sure that being on it would do no good, and looked back to her friends. Then she faced the immortal beauties of the wild. Not sure of whether to speak or extend a hand for a handshake, the one who had first noticed her, ran up and grabbed Savior into a deep embrace.

"...Tyche!" The nymph said at last, and the others gasped collectively. And then crowded in to get their hug. Even if Tyche herself didn't remember her connection to the nymphs (that they had been her friends since birth, and in some cases, even before then), they certainly would be glad to remember before her. The group was so large that they nearly crowded the field with a wave of divine, elemental lovelies. And the boys had absolutely no problem with that.

Yes, indeed, the rest of the night would be simply magical. The partygoers would be sorry to see it come to a close so soon...

But in the morning, when the news was formally introduced by Hermes at the Olympian Counsel, there would be much to discuss...

[ParallelanPrincess]

"In accordance with our laws, the existence of the latest Tyche has been verified by Aphrodite, Eros, and The Penultimate. The human female, Savior Miracle NineOhEight, is now the Goddess of Luck. Yadda, yadda, you get the drift. Turns out the girl who insulted Zeus is a goddess. Come to think of it, that should have been our first clue-"

"That's enough, Hermes!" Zeus interjecting, putting up a hand to signal for the messenger's silence. Once Hermes got on a roll, there was no stopping him.

Zeus turned to where Aphrodite was seated. The goddess kept her head held high. She knew the others would question her judgement in withholding Savior's true identity. She didn't give a dang. Her decisions had been for Savior's benefit. She owed the Pantheon no explanations.

"Aphrodite, in light of your recent actions-" Zeus began.

"Those actions being?" Aphrodite challenged.

Hermes took out a scroll and quill. This was going to be good.

"Purposely concealing the identity of Tyche." Zeus restrained his anger. He had sent countless search parties to look for Tyche. The thought of Aphrodite's impudent little servant girl being a goddess was infuritating. Womanizing jerk indeed...

"I concealed nothing. Savior accompanied me everywhere. If I allowed her to be seen without disguising her, does that count as concealment, Aletheia?" Aphrodite deferred to the goddess of truth.

"It does not." Aletheia replied. Aletheia was known for being unbiased...usually. Savior's steadfast honesty had made endeared her to Aletheia. Savior was so bad at lying it was adorable. Aletheia was pleased the girl would be joining them. After all, Luck and Truth worked best as allies.

"Very well. Any other charges, Zeus?" Aphrodite smirked. Aletheia wasn't the only one she had in her corner.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Zeus grumbled with begrudging silence. And that was no small feat. Only Hera, Athena and Aphrodite knew how to leave the sky-god gobsmacked as he was, and now he'd have to deal with another like them? Good gods...

He called Ganymedes, his cupbearer, and when he arrived, snatched a goblet of nectar from his tray. This situation was going to be a lot more perplexing that he had imagined, and he knew it. A small stormcloud began to form overhead.

The others began murmuring in hushed tones; when HE got to brainstorming, they knew stuff was about to go down.

He eyed the lovely Aphrodite as he thought. He wondered the extent of Aphrodite's wisdom in judging this matter. Tyche was about as risky as the forces of luck and chance itself. If they were to have any success with training her decently, she'd have to be told of her destiny far ahead of time. In fact, it was far better that she had stayed among the gods from the get-go.

But she couldn't be taken back among the immortals, NOW. She had already picked up too much on the ways of the mortals. She was to used to the idea of living a life with a forseeable end. And that kind of thinking would do no good among their kind.

He wondered how Jupiter would have handled such a situation. Odin would gladly have welcomed some new little sprout among his warlike band of barbarians. And Amaterasu would simply be the headache-plagued sensei teaching a new young mind to mold.

Even Poseidon and Hades would think to set aside a room for her, granted she didn't get in their freaking space. And so with that, the cloud dispersed with an abrupt clap of thunder, and the others gasped, leaning in to hear what judgment the brainstorm had wrought.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

He looked to either side of him. He called Athena and Metis to his side, and whispered into their ears his idea. Should either one deem it unworthy, his judgment would be immediately reversed. But mother and daughter looked at one another, and immediately agreed. This...was a keeper.

And so Zeus stood, and the others stood as well.

"Olympians. My brothers and sisters and sons and daughters and cousins and nieces and nephews. My loved ones. Athena the Wise and Metis the Prudent trust it, and so the judgment is this: Tyche is welcome among us. She was one of us from the start. However, some unforeseen event has caused record of her past to be corrupted. It will take time to figure out her mystery, and so for now she cannot live among the deathless gods. Hence, when she was discovered by Aphrodite..."

The gods leaned in closer...he continued.

"it was in her best judgment to conceal the girl's divinity. From herself and anyone else. You may rise, Aphrodite. The case is clear."

The gods all gave a shout, and rushed up to hug her. The immortals were ALWAYS happy to welcome a new member to the family, even if she didn't know she was one of them.

[ParallelanPrincess]

Nemesis face remained impassive, but her mind was in full overdrive. Tyche. Traditionally, Tyche and Nemesis were the best of friends.

Retribution and Fortune. Abundance and Just Desserts. Yin and Yang.

The latest Nemesis had never met her counterpart. Tyche had disappeared years before she had joined the Pantheon. As a result, Nemesis had always felt there was something...missing. Without Tyche, she rarely had anything to do. The purpose of Nemesis was to balance out Tyche's unsteady nature.

As a result, Nemesis mostly spent her time making sure people got their just desserts. When she wasn't dishing out justice with a hint of vengeance, she hung out with the Dioscuri. Castor and Pollux were good company..usually. The twins spent a bit too much time talking about boxing and horses for her taste.

Nemesis wanted someone who she could talk to about....well...anything. Most deities avoided her (as they should), and that often left her feeling alone. Yet, if she met this new, young Tyche, maybe she would finally be..what was it called. 'Happy?'

[ParallelanPrincess]

"Hear that, Clo?" Lachesis asked, turning to her sister. "There's going to be another one."

"Another what?" Clotho asked with a hint of irritation. She didn't have time to listen to whatever quarrel Aphrodite had started this time.

"Another Tyche. Haven't you been paying attention?" Atropos raised an eyebrow. Clotho was usually more attentive during these meetings.

"Hardly. And of course there's a new Tyche. I spun her thread, remember?" Clotho rolled her eyes. Honestly, they were the Moirae. Clotho spun the thread of every mortal, god, daemon, you name it. But, she always remembered the more...interesting threads. Lachesis was supposed to keep track of the threads, but at times she was more absentminded than Lethe herself.

"Ah, yes! Her thread was green intertwined with pink, gold and..." Lachesis tried to remember there was something else odd about that particular thread.

"It had a hint of black in it, didn't it?" Atropos piped up. Black threads were her favorite. Their beauty lay not in the fact they would be cut, but when. A mortal with a black thread could trampled by a boar, set on fire, and still survive. A simple cold would end their life or perhaps a final breath during sleep. Black threads were resilient, resourceful, and cunning. But like everyone else, they could not escape their destinies.

"Yes, yes! Now I remember! You gave it to me twelve years ago! A baby girl named Miracle. She was one of a pair of twins." Lachesis clapped her hands together. She knew she would remember.

"Miracle. What an odd name. And now she calls herself Savior. Can you believe it? She goes by her brother's name." Atropos didn't care for tomboys. They had a tendency to go into war wearing mens' clothes.

"His name was Xavier. The girl is Savior." Clothos facepalmed. Those two...

"Savior, Xavier same thing. Speaking of which...what happened to the boy? His thread and hers should still be entwined. Lachesis, go find the thread."

"Why?" Lachesis huffed; finding a single thread was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"Because, if the girl's Tyche, then the boy's Tychon!"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

This...this news...THIS news was amazing, Angelia thought as she flew. It was one of the few times she cared attend one of the Olympian Counsel Meetings and it certainly did not disappoint.

Now...as goddess of news and announcements...WHO would she tell first?

Perhaps the Anemoi? The Four Winds would certainly whisper the announcement.

Or the Potamoi. The rivers' mouths were always running, and those babbling brooks? Sure to spread the memo.

Maybe the Ourea? The mountains always echoed whatever they heard.

Oh...no. She had it. She would tell her friend, the biggest blabbermouth of them all. Pheme, the goddess of gossip, rumor and fame. And so she closed her eyes, neatly sprouted a pair of bright-white angel-like wings from her back, and zoomed off to find the house of the busybody goddess.

Time for some girl-talk. And with any luck, some of the younger Charites would drop by as well. Eucleia always had her eye on folks with a good reputation. And Eupheme was never unwilling to sing a worthy hero's praises. Philophrosyne would tell everyone to welcome Tyche with open arms. And all the others would gladly make sure that the whole Pantheon was well informed. After all, those were among the feminine graces...

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Pheme whizzed out into the big, wide world with a shout of exultation.

Finally! Some news worth gossiping!

She would tell absolutely everyone in the Pantheon! The Olympians already knew, but that still left the Sea and the Underworld.

She sped through the divine realm and stopped when she reached the vast sea. She dove fast as she could, and shouted down to the water.

"Triton!" She cupped her hands to her mouth, and shouted loud as she could, "Triton, get your fishy butt up here! Pronto! I promise, this is something you'll want to hear!"

The seas were silent.

"I PROMISE! It's NOT an update about Brangelina!"

The seas remained still...Pheme began to grow annoyed. And then at last...

"Oh, all right...I guess Triton's not coming out to play with me...or, at least, not right now. Maybe I should wait for him. Oh, I know! I'll pass the time by reciting the ENTIRE works of Hesiod, Virgil, Ovid and a couple of those obscure guys!"

She inhaled deeply, "From the Heliconian Muses let us begin to sing--"

"OH, GOOD GOD, NO!" Triton burst from the waters with a great watery blast, panting as though waking from a bad dream; he huffed with a frown, "Whaddyou want, Ossa???"

Pheme smiled; he was so cute when he called her Ossa, "Ah, there you are, Tritey! And have I got some news for you!"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

And when Pheme had finished bugging Triton, the son and messenger of Poseidon, she would hurry off to even farther reaches.

She whispered into the ear of Atlas, as he had no way to shoo her away (what with his hands being busy and all).

And she stopped a while to chat with his daughters, the Hesperides, in their garden in the West.

Then she dropped by the cave that led to the underwater manor of Ocean, his wife Tethys, and their children, to drop a line.

Then, at last, she reached most treacherous gates. Great powerful fences surrounded by the darkness, and the stench of death and decay. From within, the cries of the dead and the damned.

The Entrance to the Underworld.

[ParallelanPrincess]

Cerberus lifted one of his heads and sniffed. Intruder. No. He sniffed again. Busybody. He awoke his other two heads, as Pheme flew past the gates. He growled at the gossipy goddess to scare her off. Pheme merely made a comment about fleas and flew at blinding speed past him. Cerberus howled loud enough to awaken the sleeping Hades.

At least, that was the intention. Persephone awoke from her dreams with a start. Stupid dog, she thought. She looked at the sleeping Hades. Her husband was usually handsome when he was asleep. Now that Cerby was howling, the souls of the doomed were screaming, and the guards were rushing to the palace gates, Hades was hideous. She slapped her husband hatefully.

Hades awoke with an angry growl. He glared at Persephone, who returned it with a scowl of her own.

"Your dog's barking. Make him stop. Now." Persephone pulled the covers back over herself and dozed off. Hades got out of bed. Women...

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Further Pheme went, into the depths of the Netherworld. Erebus was dark and treacherous; she HATED delivering news there. But...a.rumor was a rumor. And rumors were made for spreading.

So, she made her way slowly but surely through the shadowy mists until she reached the first river of the underworld; Lethe, the river of forgetfulness. From there, she could fly a bit faster. The light was dim, but the smoky, umbrageous mists of Erebus slowly waned...

Up, up and past Lethe...past Cocytus...a wave to Charon, who was ferrying in a new bunch to their rightful places in Acheron...past Phlegethon...and finally reaching the river Styx, on which the gods swore their oaths. She descended to a soft landing, ignoring the gruesome sights of the doomed being tormented by the Furies.

She marched past Charon's shipyard, and finally made her way to the grimly beautiful house she dreaded going to every time. The House of Hades.

She landed, and slowly ascended the solemn and silent staircase. At one side stood Pasithea, goddess of Rest, and Hesychia, goddess of Silence. At the other side, Lethe, the goddess of forgetfulness, and Aergia, goddess of sloth and laziness. They only turned to Pheme to nod a silent greeting, and she entered as the doors opened of their own accord.

A call rang out from seemingly nowhere, "Pheme.Or should I call you Ossa? Hm...either way, welcome, dear girl. I await you in my court."

Pheme shuddered. She hated when he did that.

But she pushed down the creeped-out feeling, and headed in. When she reached the Throne Room, she stopped at the doorway.

There sat Hades in his imperial throne, looking grievous and grimly-handsome at the same time; at his side sat Persephone, known among the Olympians as Kore. At Hades' side, his and Persephone's daughter, Macaria, goddess of blessedness and the afterlife. At Persephone's side, her daughter with Zeus, Melinoe, goddess of offerings to the dead, and her minister, Hecate, goddess of mages (especially witches), magic, ghosts and necromancy.

"Step forward, you blabbermouth gossipmonger..." Hades chuckled insidiously to himself, tenting his fingers together, "The spirits already perceive that you hold for me a great announcement..."

[ParallelanPrincess]

Pheme straightened and held her head high. She may have been a gossipmonger, but she was a talented gosspimonger.

"Well, Hades, they say there's a new Tyche. You know, the goddess of luck who's been AWOL for twelve years. The official word is that Aphrodite disguised her as a maid to keep her out of harm. AND that the girl's training under the Penultimate. But that's not all! They say the Fates have taken a keen interest in her, because she supposedly had a twin brother." Pheme said it all in a conspiratorial whisper. The best gossip was best said in a low tone, so everyone would focus on hearing it.

The news was of mild importance to Hades. More luck, meant less souls. Maybe things would get a little quieter down there. Persephone was more engaged. She was usually on good terms with Tyche. Although the one who went missing had been a bit too snobbish for her taste. Tell a woman she controls fate and she thinks shes the best thing since Prometheus gave mortals fire.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Having been afforded a bit of time to think of the possibilities, the divinely handsome features of the Lord of the Dead curled slowly into a smile. He sunk a bit in his seat, and Persephone leaned in, almost to examine him. Hades had such an amazing poker face, it was almost scary. The others were struck silent by His Infernal Majesty's abrupt descent into contemplation.

Pheme's face sunk, from serious, to unsure, to creeped out, to nervous. Why was he so quiet? Usually he at least GRUMBLED whenever she came with news.

Hades straightened himself in his seat again, and the others tensions eased. He looked about to say something.

Pheme froze.

"Thank you, Pheme...You're dismissed now." He stood and took Persephone's hand, so she would stand as well; he turned, and without another word, headed out of the room, with Macaria, Melinoe and Hecate in tow.

Pheme stood a second...and then turned, taking flight. She had to get out of there, and fast. Beside the fact that still others would have to be told to Tyche's return...Hades just plain creeped her the heck out.

[ParallelanPrincess]

Dionysus had a sweet little buzz going. The satyrs were on break from serving him and his wife, Ariadne, was having a grand time trying to break open her Theseus piñata. She was slashing the air with an axe in attempt to smash open the colorful container. Dionysus had discovered long ago that his beloved wife had anger issues, but rather than condemn her, he came up with various ways to help her vent.

Pheme came flying in, barely escaping decapitation.

"Watch where you swing that! Dionysus, call her off! She's gonna slice my wings off!" Pheme shrieked as she dodged Ariadne's axe.

"THESEUS!" Ariadne roared. Dionysus clapped his hands. Ariadne stopped mid-slice.

"That's enough, my love. You're frightening our guest." Ariadne lifted her blindfold and saw the frightened  goddess.

"Oh...so sorry, Pheme. I got a bit carried away."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Indeed." Pheme exhaled, finally catching her breath as she landed.

Dionysus chuckled, and sat up on his couch, calling to either side of him Komos and Kraipale. His cup had emptied yet again, and somebody would have to massage his legs, which had cramped up from sitting so long.

"So." Dionysus smiled at Pheme pleasantly, "My guess is, you didn't come to take a whack at Theseus."

"No. But I do have some news for you." Pheme dusted herself off, and took a seat next to Akratopotes, who abruptly hiccuped and belched in her face, much to Pheme's disgust, before passing out; as she fanned away his drunken burp fumes, Pheme continued, "The thing is...well, you know how the latest Tyche turned up missing a few years ago?"

Dionysus nodded. He remembered the unusual news well. He bade Pheme to continue.

"Well...there's a new Tyche now. And she's going to start training with the Penultimate soon."

Ariadne and the servants (except Akratopotes) gasped sharply.

"I should hope that she'll have better fortunes than the previous." Ariadne frowned, worried for the poor girl already, "And speaking of which...whatever happened to her?"

Pheme started, but then stopped. She realized that she had absolutely no clue. In fact...none of the Olympians did. She'd have to pester The Fates about it later. But for now...she still had to alert Eos, Selene and Helios. She bade Dionysus, his bride and their servants farewell, and hurried off fast as she could.

[ParallelanPrincess]

Clotho tapped her foot and cleared her throat. Lachesis ignored her as she fingered the boy's thread. Beige, yellow, turquoise, and ,of course, black. Xavier NineOhEight's thread was no longer entwined with Savior's. The twins fates had gone in separate directions. Their destinies had been disconnected. Lachesis narrowed her eyes. This...this disturbed her. She would need to consult Heimarmene and Pepromene. Surely they would give her greater insight into their destinies.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Pepromene sighed, and took her turn. Heimarmene chuckled. Another move, and...

"Checkmate. I win again."

Pepromene stared at the chessboard a second. And then at Heimarmene. And then back at the board. And then stood, shaking her head. That was the five-hundred-and-fifty-ninth time she had lost that month. Suddenly, Pepromene wasn't in a very chess-loving mood.

Lachesis entered, just as she had finished preparing herself a goblet of nectar and a bowl of ambrosia and figs.

"Ah, hello, Lachesis." Pepromene reached into her bowl and pulled out one of the fruit, "Fig?"

"I didn't come for pleasantry, sorry to say." Lachesis took a fig and chewed slowly, "There's a rather perplexing matter to attend to."

Ananke entered the room behind Lachesis, and sat beside Pepromene, "Ah, I can sense it in your presence...a grave matter indeed...Please, do tell."

Lachesis decided it was best she sat down, too, and when she finished resetting the chess pieces, Heimarmene would also join them. Lachesis began.

"Pepromene, you realize that everything is finite, except divinity; in fact, you're the goddess of the eventuality that everything will decay. And Heimarmene, you rule the vast connections between one event and another. Ananke, even, is goddess of the inevitability of someone's destiny coming to pass."

"Don't forget Rhapso." Pepromene volunteered thoughtfully, "She makes the threads that Clotho, you and Atropos spin into your tapestry."

Lachesis looked to her, "Well...yes. Precisely my point. We all have our parts. Our roles. Our...duties. Including the newest Tyche, agreed?"

The three lesser-known Fates muttered agreement (and, undoubtedly, Rhapso would have, as well, if she were present). They each perceived how perhaps this consultation would be going.

"And so", Lachesis continued, "I wonder this. Why has Tyche's destiny split from her brother? That's never happened with any agent of destiny before."

Heimarmene and Pepromene exchanged glances, and they agreed that this was Heimarmene's area of expertise.

"Look." She started, "You know about what the humans call the Butterfly Effect, right? The quantum stochastic connections, every one event to another. If even one thing doesn't happen, or goes differently than intended, then the very essence of sentient history could be put in jeopardy."

Ananke interjected matter-of-factly, "You know how the saying goes. Everything happens for a reason."

"So...Tyche's thread isn't out of place? It's not...anomalous for this to happen?" Lachesis seemed still uneased.

"Well, now, we never said that." Pepromene smirked, "It's still pretty weird..."

"But it's intended." Ananke agreed.

"And it'll turn out fine in the end." Heimarmene stood, tenting her fingers together with a pleasant smile, "Now. Who's up for another rousing game of chess?"

[ParallelanPrincess]

Eros was not a coward. After serving a goddess like Aphrodite for centuries, there wasn't much that could rattle him. Still, there was one god he desperately wanted to avoid.

"Oh, Eros!"  Hedylogos called in a sing-song voice.

Eros rolled his eyes. Hedylogos was the god of sweet talking. No doubt, Hedylogos wanted to talk about Savior. When Savior had served Aphrodite alongside the Erotes, Hedylogos had paid her no mind. Now that she was a goddess, he wanted whatever one else did.  Information.

"Not now, Hedylogos. I'm not in the mood for an interrogation." Eros attempted to fly past him.  Hedylogos swerved to block his path with a smirk.

"Now, now. I just wanted to ask how the ball went."  Hedylogos tried to sound offended and hurt.  Eros ignored him. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, and Eros was an idiot.

"It was fine." Eros said shortly.

[ParallelanPrincess]

"Just fine? Pheme said it was the event of the century." Unsurprisingly, Hedylogos and Pheme were good friends. Gossips had a habit of sticking together.

"It was. Are you done annoying me? Doesn't Lady Aphrodite's chariot need a fresh coat of wax?"

 Hedylogos twitched a bit, but maintained his smile. Eros wasn't going to get to him that easily.

"Not anymore. I cleaned it this morning. Eros, I just want to talk. After all, you are the most respected of the Erotes. Why Pothos and I look up to you. You're Lady Aphrodite's most trusted advisor." Hedylogos cooed. Recently he and Hybris had been sharing a few pointers.

Eros knew he was being baited. He narrowed his eyes.

"Out of the way, Hedylogos, I have business to attend to." With that Eros flew past the flatterer without looking back.

Hedylogos scowled. So much for that. No matter. Pheme would no doubt give him a full report later.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Oh, no need to look so down, Hedylogos." Aphrodite's voice came from behind him just as Eros left. He turned to face her.

"Oh! Erm...Mistress...my apologies--"

"No need." Aphrodite smirked, "I can't fault you for wanting to know what's going on. I'd be feeling just as left out if I had to find out this way. But I won't tell you a word until I'm absolutely certain that parties involved won't be bothered by it."

Hedylogos gasped, "Oh. Em. Gee. It's about Savior, isn't it?" His face curled into a sly smile.

Aphrodite sighed, "Alright, fine, you caught me, you nosy little manipulator. But still, she's got to deal with her situation herself. All we can do is offer her support, you got me?"

Hedylogos shrugged. He couldn't really be compassionate if he didn't know what was even the matter. Aphrodite glared at him playfully, and called Peitho and Paregoron.

"Watch him. If Pheme comes by here spilling any juicy story about Tyche before she comes to terms with it herself, I'll pluck the little gossip's feathery butt and feed her to the Chimera."

Not another word would be spoken; Aphrodite left, and behind her a disgruntled pink cat. Anteros hoped she'd see fit to turn him back to normal soon...