any god-friendly games on DW? (Phoebe, Titanide)

[goldcrowned]

Congratulations on the fitting name.

I understand the difficulties of finding a place that accepts my kind, but do not despair. We found one before, and if you really try, we will find one again.

Our last time out was not very taxing on me, mundane, and I hope to keep that true if we go unto another.

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[rottings]

Do you ever tire?

[goldcrowned]

[Something about him seems familiar, and incredibly so.]

I have lived a long time, this is nothing all that strange, or to be made weary by.

[rottings]

Hmph. Time wears.

[goldcrowned]

I apologize, but your aura is extremely familiar...I am Phoebe. And you?

[rottings]

Why apologize? [ nope, not answering the question. ]

[goldcrowned]

Simply for the reason that not all believe in things such as auras, or anything related to it.

[rottings]

But are they there?

[goldcrowned]

Yes. And yours appears to be that of a god, and one that I know.

[rottings]

So, disprove them.

[goldcrowned]

[There's a moment's pause where her eyes seem to cloud slightly, but then she very quietly says:]

Greeting, nephew, and Lord of the Underworld.

[rottings]

Hmph.

[ his chin lifts, slightly, not in disdain or arrogance, but more in acknoledgement. ]

I haven't met you before this instance.

[goldcrowned]

[That makes her smile. She always did like Hades best.]

Perhaps not in your world, dear one, but you are the son of my mother and my brother. My husband and other brothers who were not Olympians fell in the Titanomachy, but Zeus allowed we sisters and wives to remain outside of Tartarus.

[rottings]

The Sky I know does little to govern, but for his existence.

[goldcrowned]

That's...yes, that does sound rather like Zeus in most every regard.

[rottings]

So it reaches across.

And the Sea?

[goldcrowned]

Foul-tempered, last I spoke with him. Some things change—belief, pantheons, societal norms—and yet others are harder than stone.

[rottings]

Doesn't stone change, as well?

[goldcrowned]

The sea changes stone, but he has not changed himself.

[rottings]

Possible, but not always true.

[goldcrowned]

At this point, that I have seen and observed, Poseidon has yet to change.

For you, however, it may be different.

[rottings]

Of course. He changes.

[goldcrowned]

I would express relief at hearing such a statement, but change can be beautiful or disastrous. Given what little relationship I have had with him, I'd rather not hear either way.

[rottings]

Does he satisfy you?

[ he doesn't mean it in that way, honest. ]

[goldcrowned]

[Phoebe is faithful, so she won't take it as such.]

No, he does not, in any regard.

[rottings]

Then, why not change?

[goldcrowned]

I do not set out to change anything. He is his own person, and he will be what he wants to be until he wishes for something else. I have no control over him.

[rottings]

The waves hold sway, and in turn, the moon.

[goldcrowned]

I kindly ask you to make your point bluntly, nephew.

[rottings]

You speak the same language, at the moment.

[goldcrowned]

[But she wasn't mentioning Poseidon having any sort of sway over her granddaughter, nephew. That is total do not want.]

It is not Artemis' job to persuade him otherwise, nor is it mine. He is who he is and that is all there is to it.

[rottings]

You stay too still.

[ AND THAT'S THAT, he's bored now. ]

[goldcrowned]

[Sorry, Hades, but Phoebe's been around since before he was ever thought of, since before the Olympians and the rest, and she's too much a pacifist to argue, or to be riled up.]

I stay as still as is required for the safety of my family.

[virgolatro]

I hope that you find peace, dear lady, even if it is not within one of these 'games' that they play.

[Artemis is ever respectful of her grandmother.]

[goldcrowned]

[There's a moment, let her gather...

And then she smiles, so brightly and sweetly, pleased as pie to see her granddaughter in any form.]

Oh, dear one, I thank you. However have you been?