Chapter 17: Rainbow Nymph

Hermes and Penelope stood in front of the river separating them from Nysa.

"It's… bigger than I remembered…" Hermes said.

"Hermes, I think it's a bad idea to step in uninvited." Penelope shook her head. "The monster will chase off any unwelcomed deity, especially an Olympian."

"Yeah, well… Zeus likes to complicate my work." Hermes opted to walk towards the grove rather than fly in. "Besides… with you along, we could at least convince Silenus to make an exception… Maybe…"

"Silenus won't like me. The retinue doesn't take kindly to the biological parents of foundlings." Penelope shook her head, yet still opted to follow her ex-fling.

It was still hours before sunset, yet Nysa had an unwelcoming darkness from afar. Hermes and Penelope approached the river.

Hermes grabbed the dryad, flying her away from the large watery fist.

The local water spirit rose into a mountainous figure of water.

"No Olympians allowed in Nysa!" Nestos' voice boomed, ripples spreading throughout his watery body.

"Hi, Nestos!" Hermes got up, doing his best to be friendly. "Long time, no see! I'm just delivering a message on behalf of Zeus…"

"Send a fax!" Nestos gave Hermes a big, watery flick. The messenger of the gods went flying at a respectable fifty-foot distance. He flew back, all soaked. Hermes summoned his caduceus and aimed it at Nestos. The water spirit dodged it, giving Hermes room to fly towards Nysa.

A monstrous claw struck him.

Penelope ran after the falling god.

"Return to Olympus, Hermes! The Nysaen Monster is far more powerful than a Titan!" Nestos disappeared into his river's currents.

Penelope helped the red god sit up. He winced in pain, holding his left arm soaking in ichor. The beast, its vines and aconites giving it the appearance of an angry bear, bared its venomous canines at them.

"We'll go!" Penelope helped Hermes up.

"Zeus isn't going to be happy!" Hermes grunted, failing to hide his pain.

"Hermes! Stop!" Penelope blocked him. "That monster's poisonous! You need to go to a medic!"

"But… our kid! And the message!"

The beast hissed at Hermes.

"Excuse me?"

A young voice caught the beast's attention. The floral abomination turned around.

"By the water, please."

Hermes and Penelope turned to the river.

A young sea nymph, obviously a preteen, stepped out of Nestos. Though dry, her muted grey dress glistened like fish scales under a sunny day. Her small wings had thousands of different colored scales rather than feathers, which didn't stop her from fluttering with a colorful trail behind her. The oddest parts, however, were the nymph's hair and skin. A mane of rain and a flesh of see-through glass. The rays of Helios caused multiple-colored lights to reflect from her.

The sea nymph was basically a walking rainbow.

"Hi!" The rainbow nymph waved a scroll at the Nysaen Monster. "I have a message from Crete for Dionysus."

The beast shrank into the darkness of Nysa.

"Thank you!"

"Hey… How'd you do that?" Hermes got the nymph's attention. "Calm the monster, I mean."

"Oh! You must be an Olympian or an unwelcomed guest!" The nymph giggled. "The monster doesn't obey anyone. But everyone believes it might be a legacy of Typhon, so that's why it doesn't like Olympians! The retinue has no issues with it, so they don't complain! And I can waltz in because I'm not an Olympian!" Her rain mane moved to reveal her round ears. "Weird story! I'm the kid of sea Titans, yet I don't have fin ears!"

An idea came to Hermes. "Do you take messages for anyone?"

"For a price." The young nymph held up her hand. "I might be a kid, but I don't work for free."

Penelope snorted in amusement.

"Yeah, you and I will be besties." Hermes dropped a couple drachmas into her palm.

Much later, on Olympus

Zeus wasn't pleased.

He'd been specific with Hermes. Drag Dionysus over for teatime at his palace even if the brat protested. He'd already gotten through the trouble of inviting his family.

Well, Hades and Persephone had their own plans. Apollo wasn't invited. And due to a last-minute crop issue, Demeter was off to work.

"Hermes, I expected you to not fail!" Zeus exclaimed.

"Silenus hadn't joked about the monster!" Hermes showed his bandaged wrist. "And don't expect me to do messages for a bit. The medics healed me, but the monster's toxins really weakened my tendons. I have to cut my tasks for a while."

"Are you gonna be OK?" Hephaestus barely looked up from the music box he was fixing. Hedone, sitting on her grandmother's lap, kept trying to reach for the toy her step-grandfather was fixing.

"So you weren't able to reach within Nysa," Hera concluded, sipping her tea.

"Me? No. Her? Yes." Hermes motioned the rainbow nymph hiding behind him. She politely curtsied.

"Who is…" Zeus began.

Poseidon quickly interrupted him.

"No way! Are you Iris? Thaumas and Elektra's daughter?" Poseidon's big smile gave Iris enough confidence to fly towards the sea god, the rain mane becoming colorful. "I don't believe it!"

"You know Iris?" Hermes asked.

"Of course I do!" Poseidon gave the winged nymph a big lift in the air before hugging her. "You were still a baby the last time Amphitrite and I saw your folks."

"Yeah, my daddy is the brother of Nereus. You're my cousin-in-law!" Iris giggled.

"Tiny cousin!" Poseidon let go, giving her a chance to fly around. "I heard from Amphitrite that someone's been PRETTY good in the Mortal Realm! She said Elektra won't stop bragging about how you were basically replacing Hermes!"

"Hey!" The messenger of the gods whined.

"Replace Hermes? NEVER! But someone did have to do messages in the Mortal Realm, right? Uncle Nereus lost a bet to my daddy since I can fly faster than Helios can in a second! And since I'm not an Olympian, I deliver mail in Nysa!"

The first scroll she unrolled revealed a capitalized FUCK YOU, ZEUS! Complete with Silenus' signature. The unamused king of the gods showed off some thunderbolts.

"The second's for ya, Queen Hera." Iris fluttered towards Hera, unrolled the scroll, and cleared her throat.

"You don't need to read it out loud…" Hera held her hand up.

"'To Hera, Queen of the Gods, and, I guess technically, my stepmother. I apologize about that'."

"And she's reading anyway." Hermes sighed.

"'Iris told me that Hermes told her that Zeus told him that I was invited to tea at Zeus' house. Today. And that you actually wanted me to come. To talk about your great-grandniece's upcoming birthday party. I'm sorry about my shitty writing, but I have no experience writing fancy letters.

"'I'd usually arrive automatically when a god asks me to host a birthday party, but Pops reminded me that I was a grounded. And he's still angry at Zeus for trying to pull one of those 'what I say goes because I bred the brat'. Not to mention that my presence would probably hurt your feelings.

"'On my end, I got two good reasons… besides me being grounded. First, I want nothing from a clique of self-serving deities who do not punish the purple doodoo for being an auntie rapist. I don't want to be on the same chair as my breeder and Asspollo.

"'Second, I have a very important friend coming to Nysa. I was able to terrorize her abusive parents into letting her spend the weekends with us… Actually, that was also another reason why I got grounded, but Pops' OK with her hanging out with us. So I'll be booked every weekend. I'm also booked once a week depending on when I hang out with Uncle Hades and Auntie Persephone.

"'I'm sorry I couldn't come. If you still want some tips for your great-granddaughter's birthday party, Pops says you're the only Olympian who can enter Nysa. Or, just send the kiddo's parents. Nysa welcomes any non-Olympian gods. I know this can't compensate for Zeus' cheating, but I hope you accept this little present. Please don't kill me, Dionysus.'" Iris removed a piece of paper that was taped to the scroll.

Hera took the crayon doodle in her hands. Very simplistic. She'd been drawn with a big smile while stroking a peacock in her arms as if it were a cat. There was a crude caricature of Zeus crying in the background.

"And I thought I was ruthless." Ares whistled.

"I don't believe this!" Zeus exclaimed.

"I know! Your bastards NEVER give me a nice letter apologizing for their existence AND a sketch!" Hera smiled at her little gift. "I will hang this on my fridge."

"There's also a P.S!" Iris finished her reading. "'P.S: when you see Zeus, tell him that instead of making everyone miserable, he should check Prometheus' rock.'"

All the gods widened their eyes.

"What?" Zeus asked.

"Oh, now I remember!" Iris snapped the scroll, creating a puff of rainbow sparkles. "It's actually been 1 year, 10 months, 5 weeks, 2 days, and an hour since Herakles broke Prometheus free!"

Zeus' eye twitched.

Iris kept her insensitivity growing. "Because Herakles wanted to win a bet against Dionysus, and because Herakles did it, Dionysus always whines about the free lifetime supply of wine he owes Herakles."

The roof darkened.

"Oh, and the IPO for the fire deities? They gave him a timeshare for a lake house in the Philippines! He and Herakles have been going there a lot!"

…

The sounds of thunder rumbling in the still brightly lit sky made Circe's smile tolerable.

Ariadne held onto her aunt, the shaking scaring her.

Her first time out of Crete… strictly for the weekend… and she was heading for Nysa on a golden chariot pulled by coal-black dragons. For some sadist reason, Circe's personal pet dragons were named Bonnie and Fiery. As if the wildfire trail her chariot left from the shores towards the northeast wasn't bad enough wasn't an obvious destruction of Greek crops.

"You should be very proud of yourself, Ari!" Circe spoke loudly over the teeth-gritting sounds her chariot's wheels made against the ground. "You told your pet what your parents did, and he got angry! You know, you hid his little secret very well! If you hadn't told him and he hadn't revealed his true self… well, you'd be spending your weekends with me rather than him!"

Ariadne said nothing.

"Come on!" Circe teased. "A part of you liked that! His true form scared your parents!"

Ariadne made sure to not give her aunt the mere satisfaction of a smile.

Because the sorceress wasn't wrong.

"They preferred to face shame than to lose quite an ally! Begging to build a temple to solidify their confidence, and HE adds in that you spend the weekends in Nysa away from your family!"

"Without Asterion…" Ariadne sighed.

Dionysus DID try. But Minos had enough power to deny the release of his monster without a tribute. And Dionysus wouldn't fight Ariadne's brother.

"But don't expect this time away from home a vacation!" Circe finally halted the chariot. Her dragons scorched the soil by scratching their magma claws. "I still expect changes when I pick you up after sunset on Sundays!"

"I'm not using Dionysus." Ariadne wobbled out of the chariot.

"A WHOLE month of you saying you won't use him is perfectly branded in me! Sheesh!" Circe kept Ariadne from potentially falling from a dizzy fit. "Experiment. Use your magic. Kick whoever you want. Whatever Dionysus sees in you that makes you rebel against your parents… bring it out more often so I can forget you almost wished your sister suicide."

"You're never gonna let that go, are you?"

Circe gave her dragons some roasted meat as a treat. Ariadne didn't expect her aunt to hold her by her hand and guide her forward.

"A poor familial relationship does not justify wishing suicide on them." Circe shook her head. "Pasiphaë and I don't get along."

"Right…"

Circe stopped walking. Ariadne saw her aunt looking towards the West. Helios' back was facing them.

Circe bit her lip. Ariadne saw the boiling tear that trailed down Circe's cheek, leaving a mark on her pearl-white skin.

"Whenever he was done circumnavigating the Mortal Realm nor was he busy with others, your grandfather played a lot with us. Pasiphaë and I still can't stand one another, but we both love our father… Chained for all eternity to bring light while a lesser god steals his glory… And he's alone." Circe wiped away her tear. "A nice thing about Aeaea, Ariadne, is that I get to see my father every day for a bit of time. Give him a last hug before he goes…"

Ariadne rolled her eyes.

Clearly, Circe just WOULD never get a clue! Did Ariadne need to wave a sign?

Circe's pleasant childhood memories were microscopic compared to the calamity that was Ariadne's CURRENT childhood! Ariadne's fingernails scratched her skin in her palm to retain her anger. She'd punch the ground later.

The only thing that could equalize Circe's love for her father were the bruises Minos gave Ariadne, Medea's insulting compliments, and Pasiphaë's newest favoritism for the daughter she always criticized for lacking ambition and having her father's appearance.

Circe suddenly pulled Ariadne behind her.

The grass seemed to get greener. Vines were burning around them.

Circe's mere presence was scorching the vines of the Goddess of Agriculture herself.

"Oh, wow. Green Thumbs." Circe snarked. Behind her aunt, Ariadne took a peek.

It was her first time truly seeing a deity who wasn't Dionysus or Pasiphaë's family. The goddess did seem like an imposing figure with her pitchfork, strong enough to agitate the soil underneath them. Ariadne knew of the 6 Traitors. She knew that her family wasn't fond of Demeter. Dionysus had described Demeter as 'Ok, but too paranoid to even see how cool Auntie Persephone is'.

"You scorched hundreds of crops by blasting that shitty chariot of yours!" Demeter exclaimed.

"Am I on sacred grounds? Your private property?" Circe snarked. "Besides, it's Thrace. Who cares? Just wait until I leave or some shit to grow the grass again."

Demeter pointed her pitchfork at Circe. "And I made it clear to you the last time I saw you scorching the mortals' crops again that YOU'D be the one fixing it!"

"Boohoo, Demeter." Circe flicked the pitchfork away from her face. "You know, next time you want to bribe ME into convincing MY father to not tell anyone what he saw about YOUR daughter, figure out better bribe! Did you honestly think I was going to accept cash? Or that MY FATHER was going to accept it?" Circe scoffed.

Circe roughly pulled on Ariadne's wrist. The used force slightly made Ariadne's skin heat up. She winced.

"Circe, unhand the Minoan. You're hurting her." Demeter appeared before then again.

Ariadne didn't look at the goddess.

No way would she trust an Olympian…

"Fuck off, already. The half-Minoan's just my niece. Go grow some cabbages!"

The heat worsened.

A thousand-colored wall separated Ariadne from her aunt. Demeter shielded her eyes.

A little rainbow nymph smiled widely at them.

"Hi, Circe! How ya doing?"

"Hello… Iris. I'm fine."

"Great! Nice to see ya, Lady Demeter!" Iris giggled and summoned some aloe vera and a bandage. "Ironic! A demi-Titan of the sun getting a sunburn! That'll fix ya up before you go to Nysa!"

"I can take care of that." Demeter knelt by Iris. The small rainbow nymph gave the goddess the equipment.

"Circe, today's just been weird for me in an AWESOME way! I said something that made Zeus REALLY angry, and I got Hera's phone number!" Iris spoke rapidly. "I was going to brag about it in Nysa… then I saw you burned Ariadne! Last time I checked, Dionysus said he wanted no 'sign of abuse on her.'"

Ariadne kept fidgeting in Demeter's hold, but the goddess successfully bandaged her wrist.

"Alright…" Circe crossed. "What do you want so I can keep your mouth shut?"

Iris held her hand out. "Three drachmas and a pitcher?"

"What?" Ariadne winced as Demeter said that.

"Seriously?" Circe was confused. "Why?"

"I wanna get some of that fiery rainbow magic from Bifrost the next time I have to deliver to the Norse gods. Maybe I can make my own garden rainbow bridge to walk on! But I need a pitcher."

Circe summoned a red-clay pitcher and presented it to Iris. Iris wiggled her fingers. The sorceress groaned and gave her drachmas. "You are an annoying swindler and con artist."

Iris fluttered and hovered over Demeter. "OK. We're done. You may go, Lady Demeter."

"I'm still dealing with Circe for damaging the nearby crops." Demeter finished tightening the bandage. Ariadne pushed the goddess' hand away. "Get off!"

"Excuse me?" Demeter exclaimed.

Circe chuckled at her niece's rudeness.

Iris put herself in front of the insulted goddess and angry demi-Titan. "Lady Demeter, after crossing paths with Helios' favorite daughter, I'm not sure what would happen if the Sun Titan would react better if harm came to his granddaughter, to an Olympian's hand no less. Dionysus wouldn't be happy if he found out that his FAVORITE auntie's mother might harm his friend. However… if her Ladyship needs payment, I can definitely cover it…"

"Oh, seriously!" Circe groaned.

"On the River Styx, I make this oath. If I may do the payment to salvage your honor, I will convince the Hyades to let it rain over the crops ruined by Circe. And circumnavigate the regions for seeds to regrow the crops."

"Stick to the water supply only and I'll let it pass." Green leaves fused with rainbows when the Goddess of the Harvest shook hands with the Rainbow Nymphs.

"OK!" Iris curtsied with a snide grin at Circe. "Without your permission, I'll drop off Princess Ariadne to Nysa. Rest assured, she'll be ready to return home at sunrise on Monday."

"No more flying!" Ariadne snapped.

"Flying? Why fly when you've got Iris Express! Faster than the speed of light! Off to Nysa, Princess!"

"Wait!" Circe genuinely panicked.

Iris snapped her fingers. Ariadne found herself submerged in a rainbow. All the lights flashed into the sky, dragging the young princess in a colorful comet towards Nysa. A panicked Demeter teleported away, using the moment to grab a cellphone.

"And one princess transported to Nysa! Easy peasy!"

"And WHERE exactly in Nysa is she landing?"

Circe's question was answered by Iris sticking her tongue out and shrugging.

At Nysa

Dionysus wiggled her fingers.

More flowers and herbs bloomed around the temple grounds and coiled around the trees. The Maenads assembled a variety into bouquets and distributed them among the retinue members. A bouquet of chamomiles, rosemary, and pine twigs braided its stems as they extended. Dionysus moved the nine flowers to be in a good, circular pattern. The rosemary leaves and pine needles moved to make a maze pattern on the band.

A floral diadem for Ariadne…

Dionysus groaned, collapsing on the ground and hugging the diadem.

"Hey, Drama Queen!" Atalanta tapped Dionysus with her foot. "Your girlfriend will be here soon!"

"Not my girlfriend! She's gonna hate this!" Dionysus showed the crappy gift.

Atalanta tilted her head and blinked at the thing. "What? It's nice… I mean, if she doesn't like it, you can just make her one she'd like."

"I made a scene at Crete… I got a deal with her parents… WHAT KIND OF IDIOT DOES THAT?" Dionysus hugged himself.

"You're really gonna go on a whole tirade about shit like that?" Atalanta hopped onto the nearest pillar stump and sat down. "At least why YOU did it makes sense. If ya were someone else, you'd just be doing the basic thing all patriarch tyrants do: peace instead of war in exchange for a bride as a gift. All you're doing is giving that girl the weekends out of Crete, away from her house." Atalanta chuckled. "Can't wait to hear HER side of the story when people start asking how you scared King Minos and Queen Pasiphaë."

Dionysus sighed, sitting properly on the grass-covered floor. "Probably that I was being stupid again… risking my health for hers."

Atalanta quickly threw a knife at a passing bird. A perfect shot, she got up to catch her prey.

"She knows? About…"

"The fertility god part? Yes, she does!" Dionysus hissed. "We know, OK?"

"Actually, I was talking about the whole thing… with Apollo." Atalanta yanked the knife off the dead bird. "I mean, her family hates him… That'll be something fun to talk about…"

"She's aware."

"Dang!" Atalanta chuckled. The blood-stained blade met the girl's fingernails as she used her knife as a nailfile. "Uncle Silenus still doesn't know why you really hate Apollo!"

"I still fail to understand why you go along with it." Dionysus pointed out. "I mean, great job on how you vandalized his house with Ampelos… But Apollo's your idol's sister."

"He doesn't respect Lady Artemis or her great cause!"

"Duh! But ya could get thrown into Tartarus, or worse… metamorphed…"

"Well SOMEBODY'S got to remind these bitches that this man-run pantheon can't get away with everything! Besides! With helping you, women will start defending themselves! Can you imagine how happy my idol would be if she saw all those women, mortal and immortal, standing up against their oppressors?" She gasped. "I hope Lady Artemis signs my bow!"

A rainbow crashed into a pile of goat manure.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! What did Iris drop this time?" Dionysus ran down the steps.

"That rainbow nymph drops things everywhere!" Atalanta rolled her eyes and joined Dionysus. "Remember Mount Etna? I ask her to drop me off as close as I can, and I nearly became Typhon's dinner!"

"Typhon ain't alive, Atalanta. The lava would have eaten you…"

The nearby satyrs working on the manure quickly helped the figure get out.

"Wow! It's raining children now!" One of them said.

The manure caught fire. Some flew off the figure, just enough to reveal the girl's angry eyes.

"ARIADNE?" Dionysus freaked out.

The manure-covered princess growled.

"THAT's your girlfriend?" Atalanta pointed. "I thought she was your aunt." She dodged Dionysus' attempt to slap her. "What? I meant anger-wise?"

"Why… did that nymph drop me in manure?" Ariadne growled. "She said I'd be transported to Nysa!"

"Uh, yeah, Iris still doesn't know her teleportation magic… She did transport you to Nysa… but she kinda dropped you off ANYWHERE in Nysa." Dionysus took Ariadne's hand. The satyrs went back to working on the manure.

"So… welcome to Nysa!" He chuckled nervously. "I… made a stupid gift. For you…" Dionysus defeatedly showed the floral diadem to the demi-Titan.

The anger in her eyes briefly vanished. Her mouth, revealing her gritted teeth, softened in surprise. "You made this… for me?"

"Well… I kinda owed you a tiara after all those star-shaped stones I've been making out of plants for you… I know it's not…"

Ariadne sniffed the gift.

"Smells like Samaria."

Ariadne's smile caused grapevines to pop in bunches in Dionysus' hair. The embarrassed demigod crushed the greenery with her hands, only to have wine soaking her hair.

Atalanta laughed. "Oh! This is gonna be a fun weekend!"

"Where can I clean off?" Ariadne carefully held the floral diadem.

"Good timing! With Dio's crazy blooms, we got a lot of scented flowers for the lake!" Atalanta started pushing Ariadne towards the direction of the lake. "Don't worry, it's co-ed! And we got a 'kill all perverts' policy!"

"I need to get backup clothing!" Dionysus ran into the temple in cheetah form.

Sometime after the girls had headed off and Dionysus had entered the temple, Persephone appeared within the temple.

At Olympus

Hera put a magnet on top of Dionysus' doodle.

The humiliation Zeus had endured was enough for him to shoo out all the Olympians at his place. Hera wasn't sure which was funnier.

The child's obvious disrespect for the Olympians and his all-mighty father… or that two of Zeus' own demigod offspring were responsible for Prometheus' release?

Hera was touched, though, by Dionysus' direct apology.

A rainbow appeared by her kitchen island.

Iris gave the Queen of the Gods a big grin.

"Trespassing in my house?" Hera shook her head. "Your parents didn't teach you any manners?"

"I have juice for Your Majesty!" Iris giggled. "Well, 'juice' as in 'dirt you can use'. Not like actual juice. Although actual juice would be a good price for the metaphorical juice. I've been flying around for so many errands within a dozen minutes…"

Hera eyed the rainbow nymph. Opening her fridge, she pulled out a bottle of orange juice. She usually got it for when Hebe came over to mix it with alcohol, but she gave a plain glass of the natural juice to Iris.

"So!" Iris took a gulp. "I got a pitcher and drachma from Circe, rain from the Hyades, and nothing from Demeter. They got my silence and three cows."

Hera frowned. "What?"

Iris took another sip. "Circe scorched the fields while riding her carriage. Demeter got angry. I got the Hyades to make it rain and regrow the grass. And in exchange for rain, I got cows for the Hyades! I had to do a lot to get Circe and Demeter to buy my silence."

"You BLACKMAILED two goddesses?" Hera exclaimed. "Why in Tartarus are you telling me this?"

"Don't you want to know WHY they needed me to be silent?"

Hera pondered. "Maybe."

"I swear on the Styx that this story won't get out of your house, Queen Hera. Circe was escorting her niece to Nysa and had a run-in with your sister. I had to intervene because they put the girl in a bad situation!"

"What kind of situation?"

"The situation where they would NOT want to be near Dionysus if he got angry." Iris shook her head. "Dionysus values his loved ones. Terrible punishments await those who hurts his family and friends… I spared Circe and Demeter the terror of his wrath!"

Hera tilted her head, interested by the revelation. "Really?"

"Yes! I dropped the girl off at Nysa! Demeter called Persephone to let her know. After all, your future sister-in-law is Dionysus' favorite auntie."

Dionysus' favorite auntie.

Persephone is Dionysus' favorite auntie.

Terrible punishments await those who hurt his family and friends.

I want nothing from a clique of self-serving deities who do not punish the purple doodoo for being an auntie rapist.

Hera briefly saw Apollo on his knees.

Helpless.

Looking up at a sneering Dionysus sitting on a throne. Blood dripped from his thyrsus.

"You know what, Iris? I'm starting to think that Dionysus will be my favorite stepchild!" Hera refilled the little nymph's glass. "And YOU have a great future ahead of you. As of today, my messages and summons will be your priority!"

Iris gasped, cupping her cheeks to hide her excited blush. "I've ALWAYS wanted to be a Queen's messenger! It's funnier that way to watch the gods get embarrassed by their messages!"

"Do you have an issue with the darkness?"

"Well, my rainbows glow less. Why?"

"I'll have Echo get you some clothes. The three of us are going to the Underworld."