"I have Amphitrite sitting in my living room, and she's asking to see you." Medusa texted Dionysus, her fingers dancing swiftly over the screen, a mixture of urgency and disbelief coursing through her.
The reply came almost instantaneously, his words imbued with a casual confidence that belied the weight of the situation. "Athena has left San Francisco; she's likely back in New York by now. You should bring the queen of the sea here."
Medusa's heart raced at the thought of the goddess making her way into the bustling city, an embodiment of grace and power. "Fine," was all she could muster in response.
Amphitrite was sitting easily in the living room. The fireplace is crackling, and it casts a warm glow on her calm face. She slowly sipped her tea, enjoying the delicate taste as Aleysia brought a home-baked cake to her as it melted in her mouth.
