"Me mum? Oh… she's kind of a small deity, name's Apate." she said quietly, twirling her straight black hair. "She doesn't got many children, ya see. I'm the only one in a decade, unless she's cheatin' on me dad. She may be the goddess of deceit, but she stays 'round long enough to see me reach ninth. Real nice of me mum."
"She sticks around?" He furrowed his brow, confused.
"Yeah, why? Is it really that odd?" she inquired, scratching the roots of her wavy brown locks.
"Normally they throw a hit-and-run." he shrugged.
"Well, she says that she di'n't have nobody praying to her shrine, so she didn't have too much need to be spread thin. She could stay and take care of her kids 'til they were camp age." Her fingers nimbly braided and unbraided her thin bluish hair.
"Your hair and face keep shifting features." commented, watching as her hair went from a thin blue to a frizzy red.
"Today it's finicky. Inherited trait from my mom. Usually it's a straight black." she shook out her hands, "And my eyes change with my thoughts, more or less. My mind keeps switching between favorites, ya see."
"Do you have any special anything?" he asked, playing with a little piece of cloud.
"For one, I'm immune to Hypnos' magic. And second, anyone believes any lie I tell." she replied smugly.
"Then how do I know you weren't lying about my dad's magic not working on you?" he countered.
"You'll just have to take my word for it." she sneered.