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dovelikeEirene doesn't let herself get mad often.
For one, it's the opposite of what she's supposed to be about and, as a Greek deity, she does have an image to maintain - even if it usually involves paint spatters and crazy outfits. Two, anger demands a lot of energy, which could be put to better use helping other people. And three? Well, it's kind of embarassing. When the goddess loses her temper, she tends to become a little absent-minded. Which explains why she's standing in the middle of a forest -- or jungle -- she's almost entirely certain she's never seen before.
It all started out so innocently.
Zoe was happily staring up at the clouds floating high above them in the sky while her mother attempted to sort out the workings of washing machines. Well, a washer and a dryer, and all the little buttons and knobs along the top, clearly put there to frustrate anyone not completely familiar with modern technology. And, even though Eirene had been so careful to separate out the colors like Clark had shown her, something red had still wound up in the whites, turning half of everyone's underwear into ... well, into a mess.
And then the toaster had burnt her toast.
Fed up with absolutely everything twenty-first century, she'd scooped Zoe up and secured her into a sling against her chest, and begun walking south, intending to cool off with some exercise and resume house chores when her temper cooled. It would have worked, too, had her anger over everything not going according to plan that morning not boiled over. By the time she stopped the impromptu walk a few hours later, Eirene had apparently blurred without realizing it.
Now she's lost.
Contrary to popular belief, not all gods know or can do everything, although most of them will never admit it. At least the sun hasn't set, although she can tell by the position that she'd wandered for far longer than she'd meant to, and allows the misplaced deity to make out a small trail through the underbrush. It takes what seems like a long time reach anything that resembles a real road, and with the sun sinking ever lower, Eirene worries about her husband, the farm, being stuck in an unfamiliar area, and everything that normal people panic about when placed in stressful situations.
This is probably why it takes until almost sunset to figure out that she's just outside the coastal city of Caleta Cruz in Peru, and a little longer than that to absorb this paarticular dialect of Spanish, which is a little different from the language they speak in Spain. Once she's called the United States, spoken to a worried husband, enjoyed the hospitality of the locals and spread a little of herself around the multi-cultural area, it's back home.
At least this time she has a map.
For one, it's the opposite of what she's supposed to be about and, as a Greek deity, she does have an image to maintain - even if it usually involves paint spatters and crazy outfits. Two, anger demands a lot of energy, which could be put to better use helping other people. And three? Well, it's kind of embarassing. When the goddess loses her temper, she tends to become a little absent-minded. Which explains why she's standing in the middle of a forest -- or jungle -- she's almost entirely certain she's never seen before.
It all started out so innocently.
Zoe was happily staring up at the clouds floating high above them in the sky while her mother attempted to sort out the workings of washing machines. Well, a washer and a dryer, and all the little buttons and knobs along the top, clearly put there to frustrate anyone not completely familiar with modern technology. And, even though Eirene had been so careful to separate out the colors like Clark had shown her, something red had still wound up in the whites, turning half of everyone's underwear into ... well, into a mess.
And then the toaster had burnt her toast.
Fed up with absolutely everything twenty-first century, she'd scooped Zoe up and secured her into a sling against her chest, and begun walking south, intending to cool off with some exercise and resume house chores when her temper cooled. It would have worked, too, had her anger over everything not going according to plan that morning not boiled over. By the time she stopped the impromptu walk a few hours later, Eirene had apparently blurred without realizing it.
Now she's lost.
Contrary to popular belief, not all gods know or can do everything, although most of them will never admit it. At least the sun hasn't set, although she can tell by the position that she'd wandered for far longer than she'd meant to, and allows the misplaced deity to make out a small trail through the underbrush. It takes what seems like a long time reach anything that resembles a real road, and with the sun sinking ever lower, Eirene worries about her husband, the farm, being stuck in an unfamiliar area, and everything that normal people panic about when placed in stressful situations.
This is probably why it takes until almost sunset to figure out that she's just outside the coastal city of Caleta Cruz in Peru, and a little longer than that to absorb this paarticular dialect of Spanish, which is a little different from the language they speak in Spain. Once she's called the United States, spoken to a worried husband, enjoyed the hospitality of the locals and spread a little of herself around the multi-cultural area, it's back home.
At least this time she has a map.