| Idle Hands [tag: Tyr] |
[30 Mar 2014|01:42pm] |
Boredom never suited Enyo. There was a rather dreadful and yet apropos phrase among mortals about how idle hands were the devil's playthings. Well, she didn't believe in the existence in any sort of devil of the likes they did, but it did sort of spark her less than desirable creative traits. Where her siblings were, was anyone's guess. Ares was likely ankle deep in sand, as per usual, and Eris just sort of flitted about like a downy feather on the windy. Enyo would see them both again when it suited them as she had no desire to exfoliate in the desert at the moment or go Geo-cacheing for Discord. So, she had to find her own entertainment.
It did not escape her memory that she did not have the war she wanted and to an extent, deserved. She had put a lot of thought into that, Ares had been so ready to help and Eris had shown them how easy the bait was because Hybris had been holding it. But... it never happened. That was disappointing, if nothing else. Not to mention the lack of Zeus being able to either kill or strike Odin or Thor down a few pegs of arrogance. What was becoming of the Greek Pantheon that they were not able to put a few Nords in their place?
It didn't sit well at all. ( It was also giving her a nasty case of cabin fever. )
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