Jan 26, 2006 23:45
Soter wandered into what he thought was the center of Olympus these days. Zeus' (his father's!) temple was just over to the left.
He had no idea where The Fates kept their temple. Looking around, he couldn't even guess. But what he DID know was that he wanted to talk with Lachesis and Atropos, the other parts of Clotho. He just didn't want Clotho to know that he was doing it.
She was probably still sleeping, if he had to guess. She was really tired when he left her at home. Still, there was no sense in not being cautious.
The last time, he'd just called for Hermes, and there he was. He wondered if it would work for Lachesis and Atropos. They were older, and they were more powerful, and they had always seemed so inapproachable.
He nervously rubbed a hand through his hair. His voice, when he finally used it, was soft and tenative, and every bit respectful.
"Soter, God of Safety and Deliverance, humbly seeks the audience of Atropos and Lachesis, if their wills permit it."
He hoped they didn't see fit to bang him up a bit for being rude. He just didn't know how else to go about it, these days.
lachesis,
soter,
atropos