I woke up the next morning to a toddler prodding at my head. "Mamma, who is she?" he asked. "I don't know her." He was blunt, like all children until they learned better. I opened my eyes and knew immediately who this child must be. Deanne's son. He had her eyes, which I vividly remembered from the night before.
The sunlight was already streaming into the hut from the small holes in the thatching. I quickly sat up and looked around.
Deanne was by the small fire pit, cooking something that smelled delicious. The smell made my stomach grumble. The fact that Deanne was already up and moving humiliated me. I should have been helping her.
"Her name is Kore, darling Kryt. She will be staying with us for a while." The boy, Kryt, continued to stare at me as I folded up my blankets and pulled on my tunic.
"Kore?" he asked timidly. Really, he was very adorable. I had never seen a human child this close before. Actually, I had never seen any child this close before. The gods didn't have children very often and currently I was the youngest.
"Yes, Kryt. My name's Kore." I noticed that he was holding a small wooden figure tightly to his chest. "What's that that you have there?"
"It's Poseidon. My dad made him for me before he went away."
"Krytie, my husband, worked well with wood. And water. For some reason, he always believed that Poseidon was his god. I never did understand that." Deanne laughed from the fire. The smile fit her nicely, but it was gone in a second. "That little statue for Kryt was the last thing that he ever made…. But, oh well! There's no use dwelling in the past!"
"Oh to Zeus! You are right!" I exclaimed using the unfamiliar human saying. "Now, please let me help you! Really, I want to."