Mouse
While on Earth, only one day had passed, for Mouse time had passed much more rapidly. She had grown used to the placidity that was Olympus...well, it was usually quiet. A place that contained the goddess of discord and the god of war could never be that quiet. She looked up as Artemis made her way over the grass and smiled at the goddess.
"How are you today, precious child?"
"Fine. Just...I want to go home." Mouse picked at the grass. They'd changed her clothes, so she was now wearing a long white chiton like all the other females on Olympus. Her hair was back to its normal brown, and it had reached her shoulders. Her belly was starting to show a bit more.
The temper tantrums she'd thrown had been fantastic. It hadn't meant anything had changed. She'd thrown a vase at the head of the king of the gods, screaming that it wasn't right that they should do this. She just hoped she could go home soon, though the look on Ares's face when she'd dove on him with both hands crooked into claws had been priceless.
Artemis sighed. "Soon. As soon as Bastet release thee from our charge."
"I want to go home now. I want my Pack." Mouse knew it was futile, but that didn't mean she couldn't continue to make her protest. Which she did every day, as often as she could, to as many of the Pantheon as she could. She was just glad Bastet hadn't shown her black hide anywhere, or Mouse might've tried to find out exactly how many ways you can skin a cat. She was betting she could find a lot.
"Thou cannot." And that topic of conversation closed off very firmly. "Let us start thy lesson..."
Mouse sighed and started to struggle with the unfamilair sounds and syntax of Ancient Greek. Soon, Artemis was smiling and nodding approvingly at her. The goddess unrolled a scroll and Mouse started to read the Iliad, stumbling slightly over the words as she paused to think and read what was written.
"Το Illiad...Τρόυ."(The Illiad...Troy.) Ares smiled as he walked up. "Ακριβώς δεν κάνουν τους ήρωες όπως αυτοί χρησιμοποίησαν." (They just don't make heroes like they used to.)
"Μιλήστε για σας, Ares," (Speak for yourself, Ares.) Mouse said haltingly. "Σκέφτομαι ότι υπάρχουν πολλοί αντάξιοι ήρωες και πολεμιστές ακόμα στον κόσμο." (I think that there are many worthy heroes and warriors still in the world.) The two Olympians smiled.
"Ναι, θα σκεφτόσαστε αυτού. Είναι ακόμα ο κόσμος σας." (Yes, you would think that. It is still your world.)
"Παύση, Ares." (Hush, Ares.) Artemis frowned at her brother. "Ζητιόμαστε από ακόμα..." (We are still called upon.)
"Και κανένας από τους δεν έχει την πιό εξασθενημένη ιδέα για το πώς να μας λατρεψει κατάλληλα," (And none of them have the faintest idea of how to worship us properly.) he snapped back. Artemis folded her hands in her lap and Mouse watched with fascination as the god of war embarked on an obviously old and well rehearsed grieveance. She tried to follow his words, nibbling on her bottom lip as she frowned in concentration.
"Don't worry, he does this often," Artemis whispered to Mouse as the two females watched Ares rant.
"Really? I never would have guessed..." Mouse's dry tone gained her a chuckle. Soon, the other god had calmed down and Mouse bent back to her lesson.
In the mortal world, time dragged by as time flew in the home of the Gods of Greece.