Medea's home
The Isle of Lesbos
The Mediterranean.
It seemed months had passed since The Pantheon had come here to Medea's home. Although made to feel at home, the male members were never quite completely at ease as the nature of the inhabitants was both exciting and frustrating to them.
Though in truth, only Medea was really comfortable in their surroundings. Each member of the Pantheon busied themselves with their own diversions.
Echo found some measure of merriment playing with Medea's servants and repeating their words and sounds back to each other.
Sthenno remained for the most part, locked in her quarters, repulsed by such close contact with the humans and demigods. Only Gorgons knew true beauty, she reasoned, why none of them even have snakes for hair. . . she thought as she unwrapped her scarves, finally free to be herself.
The Gemini, Castor, spent his time practicing with sword and shield. Mace and chain. Axe. Whatever he could find. The formerly pleasant and outgoing twin withdrew into himself as he thought only of finding his brother's killer.
Argus spent his time in a variety of ways, sparring with Castor, occasionally "accidentally" intruding upon some bathing handmaidens, or sleeping. The giant seemed for the most part, agreeable to wait and see what the group's next move would be.
Morpheus and his son did spend some time together while on the isle, although it could hardly be said that they truly became closer or got to know each other better.
The Shaper, by his nature, was a capricious, half hidden entity. His thoughts known only to himself. Orpheus tried to content himself with this, at night, singing to the isle's inhabitants as they swooned to his voice.
Even Medea, would occasionally be seen seeming to fall under his voice's spell, before catching herself and resuming her regal bearing.
Pandora, fretted over her box, as always.
and Aeolus, brooded. The Wind King sat on the Argo and thought uneasy thoughts. His mind flooded with questions. He did not hear one afternoon as Medea approached him.
"How do the mortals put it? Ah, yes, "A penny for your thoughts", Wind King." She said, sitting across from him.
"I think of our foe. Of what we learned in Las Vegas. Of what your sorcery revealed to us when we arrived here." Aeolus did not feel like speaking, truely, but it was not wise to ignore a king's daughter. Especially this one.
"We know where he is and who he is. Why do we tarry here? I am not. . .accustomed. . .to having so many guests in my home for so long. . ." Medea was growing restless.
"We cannot simply walk up to Ares and make demands of him. We are not powerful enough." The Wind King grew angry at the sound of his own words. "What of the other potential recruits your magics showed us? Can they be of use to us?"
"Ah, yes," Medea lifted her hands as lights of various colors danced about and images began to take shape. A tall, dark haired beauty, battle scarred, stood before them. "The She Wolf, Lykopis. Long have I admired her. . .prowess." Medea smirked.
"I wager you have. As many would. Can she still be of use to us?"
"She keeps a home not too far from here, although she seems to have not been there for a time. But it shouldn't be too hard to find one such as her. She leaves a. . .lasting impression."
"And the other?" Aeolus asked.
Medea frowned. A young, blond haired man replaced Lykopis in the visions. "I'm not as pleased with this choice, Aeolus. He is a braggart and a fool in this incarnation. Like most men." She rolled her eyes, trying not to think of her former husband, the one who spent his last days much as Aeolus had been spending his recent ones.
"But if it is he who we think him to be, he could be a great help to us." Aeolus smiled. A bit of purpose seeming to be given back to him. "Find them, Medea."
"We will split into groups. One to find Lykopis. Another for Icarus. Then, we shall head back to America. . ."
"To make demands of the god of War?" Medea smirked again.
"If need be," Aeolus grimly responded. "If need be."
