...you would remember his music. Apollo favoured him greatly.
[Eurydice looks confused as Herc reaches into his... well, mini-kilt is pretty accurate, if not particularly Greek. It's almost Spartan, if the Spartans had cut their tunics and forgone their cuirass. Either way, he's a fine figure of a man.
Her confusion gives way to wariness at the smartphone. She has no idea at all what it is, or who he's speaking to, and why he's being so... so... blasé about finding the Muses; his explanation results only in a look of worry.]
One thousand miles? But how? [It doesn't occur to her that she's interrupting a conversation, because as far as she knows, they're the only ones present.]
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[Eurydice looks confused as Herc reaches into his... well, mini-kilt is pretty accurate, if not particularly Greek. It's almost Spartan, if the Spartans had cut their tunics and forgone their cuirass. Either way, he's a fine figure of a man.
Her confusion gives way to wariness at the smartphone. She has no idea at all what it is, or who he's speaking to, and why he's being so... so... blasé about finding the Muses; his explanation results only in a look of worry.]
One thousand miles? But how? [It doesn't occur to her that she's interrupting a conversation, because as far as she knows, they're the only ones present.]