Hermes (poneomenos) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2013-06-20 11:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hermes, ~seshat |
Raging Hormones [Ancient Egypt] (tag: Seshat)
The trouble with being a god, and the son of Zeus most likely a big part of that, was how quickly he grew. His first day of life, Hermes had done more and grown faster than was natural by any stretch of the imagination. A baby that could already walk and talk, steal cows and invent musical instruments, lie and bargain, and turn a man to stone, all on his first day of life was far from ordinary. The rest of his childhood was no different. While it had been measured in years, it was not as many years as others, particularly mortals, spent developing. Perhaps that was part of why now, as a young man, Hermes still had all the characteristics and feelings of an adolescent.
Not just any adolescent. An adolescent smack in the middle of puberty.
At least the zits had stopped, thank all that was holy. But his hormones were still out of control. Hermes avoided discussing the matter with Zeus, for he already knew well how his father behaved when it came to the bedroom, and felt no logical advice would come from that arena. He'd tried to talk to Apollo, but that had only developed into something entirely different than talking. It had satisfied him, certainly, but it did nothing to curb his appetite. He'd run through every prostitute in his homeland. He had even begun to cast his eye upon some of the more appealing goddesses, but even in this state he had enough sense to know such advances would do nothing for his position on Olympus. No, they had to wait until he had a little more control over himself.
At last it occurred to him to talk to Thoth. He'd know him since he was a small boy, back when the Egyptian still went solely by his given name of Djehuty. Hermes admired the older man, considered him something of a mentor, and had learned much from him. Their shared interest in writing and languages was just the tip of it, and Hermes had already begun to spread some of what he had learned among the mortals. No doubt, some of them would soon come to Egypt themselves to learn more.
It was such a simple solution, Hermes couldn't fathom why he'd not thought of it sooner. Slipping into his sandals, he made the quick flight to Thoth's temple. Slipping them back off again and swapping them for a more appropriate pair of sandals, he knocked on the door and waited anxiously, shuffling his feet impatiently.