Zili, 350 AD

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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)

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Euryale pulls the rug back and passes him a lamp. The room is of decent size, with crates and piles of things in an order that only makes sense to the three Gorgons. Still, there is a large pile of rugs and blankets against the wall near the door that is large enough to be a bed for a Titan.

"Um, there? And, you know us, we keep odd times. So, if you wake up after dawn, we'll probably all be asleep, but you can help yourself to the kitchen."

[2020sight]

"It's perfect. I'll try not to eat your entire pantry in the morning."

He gives her a smile, and leans down to drop a peck on her hair. "Thank you."

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She hugs him, tightly.

"Our pleasure. Now, go sleep."