“Oh. Because not everyone wanted to see me there. There are some people who were never very good at seizing their own opportunities. Some - I think they would have liked to have caught me. Others - I didn’t think they needed reminding that I was there for my father. And some - well, family is complicated with us.” Complicated, with him being only Zeus’ child, with many brothers and sisters, all with their own wants and goals and opinions - keeping quiet and out of sight sometimes felt like the right thing, and Caerus was one to follow his instincts. Thinking of those siblings and other relatives, most of whom he hadn’t seen in countless years, Caerus was quiet for a moment. Then -
“It was kind of nice under there, anyway - I could watch what happened, and my father was right there. Sometimes Iris would be sitting there too, and she pretended not to see me, but I know she did. That was okay - she never tried to catch me. I caught one of her feathers once, instead. I used it to tickle people - I don’t know if she would have liked that, but it was fun.” He smiled to himself, remembering the squeals he’d gotten with that golden feather, and the ensuing chases or curses. “No one else fit under there, you know - it was my place.”