Zili, 350 AD

[mycursedface]

Mauretania Tingitana was what the province was called. Is called. Definitions are hard when the legions are left, and people still live under Roman names. And Phoenician, and, yes, still Amazigh names, and, really, Zili is just another trading town on the outskirts of an empire that mostly forgets about it.

It's a quiet town, a little run down, maybe, but the farms sprawling out over the countryside are still prosperous. It is also a town that remains mostly unaware of Hera's Garden to the north, and the Gorgons' cave in the south.

All six sisters have worked hard at that, magic and protection and twisting of reality until unless someone knows exactly how to get there, finding either sets of triplets is pretty much impossible.

Especially when the sun will set soon.

(Luckily for Epimetheus, the Gorgon girls are out and flying)

Comments

[2020sight]

A snort. "I wish."

[mycursedface]

Medusa studies a scratch along the surface of the table, jaw clenched.









"Have I changed that much? Me myself?"

[2020sight]

He looks over at her, silent for a moment.

"I don't know," he murmurs finally. "Maybe. Maybe I changed."

[mycursedface]

"All grow up, I guess," she says in a complete backflip from her previous statements.

[2020sight]

"Maybe," he repeats, rueful this time.

Maturity's hard.

[mycursedface]

"Oh?"

[2020sight]

Light: "I don't plan to grow up any time soon."

[mycursedface]

"One, long, glorious boyhood from now until forever?"

[2020sight]

"Don't know about forever. That's a long time."

[mycursedface]

"So, you might decide to grow up."

[2020sight]

"Maybe. Eventually? We'll see."

[mycursedface]

"Now you are just being deliberately vague."

[2020sight]

He grins a little. "Easier than committing myself."

Father of excuses, remember? He always leaves himself an out.

[mycursedface]

"It is still occasionally really, really frustrating," but she's smiling as she says it.

[2020sight]

"You wouldn't know me if I didn't frustrate you occasionally," he points out.

[mycursedface]

"I-"

She thinks.

"Fine. Point."

[2020sight]

He smiles.

"Thought so."

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

"Right!" Euryale announces, swishing back into the kitchen dramatically. "We now have a bed."

[2020sight]

Epimetheus straightens up a little and smiles.

"And you didn't break in half! Wonderful. Thank you."

[themiddlegorgon.livejournal.com]

"It was," Stheno sighs, "a close thing. An epic struggle that the poets should sing about for eons to come."

[mycursedface]

"The timeless battle between Gorgon and Rug?"

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

"I hate you both."

[2020sight]

"If it helps," Epimetheus volunteers, "I'll sing your priases, Euryale."

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

She smiles at him.

"Thank you."

[2020sight]

A wink. "You're welcome."

Then, stifling a yawn, he adds, "Think you can point me towards this fabled bed, then?"