My thoughts recently have been in expansion mode: rebuilding Nox Logistics, buying my new property down the street from the OAB, sprucing up my space in Tartarus. Today, my mind had drifted back to the Panathenaia a few weeks ago, give or take. It had been full of games and drinks, everyone cheering each other on while they pushed themselves to ridiculous limits, while the rest of us watched from the sidelines. But it reminded me that while I was a Primordial, I was not on the lips of mortals like Zeus and Hera were, or many of the others. I was a lone spectacle behind the grandeur of their shrines, and it made me feel less than who I should be.
My first thought was to demand Zeus assist me in bringing my name to the top of the pile, but why? What could he do for me that I couldn’t already do? I rose from my couch and paced the room, waving a hand at the windows of the OAB. They tinted to a dark gray immediately, dimming the light considerably, and I felt my mind relax slightly. I didn’t need him to get anything done – his allusion of power was just that.
“Who am I to them?”
I stared out the window at the passing traffic, the setting sun dimmed by my tinting, my mind running quicker than Hermes. We were tasked with making ourselves relevant, but did that mean we had to lose who we were in the process? My ventures into the business world of mortals, while proving to be smooth thus far, were not scratching the itch I had for grandeur.
Irritance crept under my skin – I had reduced myself to whining, like a child. Seating myself on the edge of my bed, I pulled out my phone and punched in a few words for Google to search: land, acres, water, moors, forest. The first twenty hits weren’t anything remotely exciting, until I found a spot in Scotland.
Isle of Skye, Sconser. A large block of land with established forestry, stalking and shore frontage on the wonderful Isle of Skye. Exceptional views towards Raasay and Scalpay.
I contemplated it a lot longer than was necessary – I knew exactly what I wanted it for as soon as I saw the first photo. I guess I wanted to make sure it wasn’t just an impulse; a product of me wanting something that I knew I had to work for. But I did have to work for this, and that’s what made it exciting. I hesitated for only a moment, before following the instructions on how to contact the real estate company looking after the land. And as I hit the send button, another thought occurred to me – Hestia still lived in those parts, as far as I was aware. Perhaps it was a good time to visit her and her satyrs.
I brought my ring up to my lips, and murmured my message to be delivered to the Goddess, and watched my little owl take off. It’d take a day or two to reach her, but I was confident I’d hear back. Time to settle in and wait.
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