"Mmh, me too." Rolling onto her side, Triteia let her gaze wander across the deck. The sun was warming her skin and for a moment she felt young again, her mind wandering back to the days when they lived in Poseidon's palace; when the world was still theirs.
Each one of them had had so much taken away from them since that time. Parents, siblings, lovers, children, and time. However, time, it seemed, would never be an issue. Mending what got broken, on the other hand... might have posed a problem to someone less optimistic than this nymph.
"He used to build tiny boats and carved little figures out of wood. My little boy," she added. "Then he would whisper messages into their ears and send them out. He thought that maybe they would reach one of you. It was adorable." Another small sigh escaped her lips. "When he was older, he realised that wood made for bad messengers. He was so embarrassed, the poor child. And then he built a city for me with a temple for his father and one for his Aunt Athena.
"War and Wisdom on opposite ends of the city. It was too bad we had more war than wisdom beleaguer us. I would have liked to be a little bit wiser." Triteia yawned again. "Instead I learnt how to trick and cheat and kill to protect the ones within the city walls..." Her voice trailed off. Blinking, she laughed and rubbed her neck with a sheepish smile.