“You know what?” Melinoe laughed, seeing as the Nordic goddess had apparently reached into her brain and plucked the thought out before it even had a chance to fully form. Not a lot of people she’d met right off knew how to do that. “I was just about to suggest that. I’d love to. Let’s start moving towards the back so we can leave without getting crushed.” As far as Melinoe was concerned she’d already heard the best songs, it was alright if she listened to what remained of the concert from the relative safety of the outskirts of the crowd. Perhaps, if she’d been a bit more thoughtless or careless, it wouldn’t have been a concern and she would have left the concert by becoming Thought to travel instantly, but even in such a crush she didn’t feel comfortable doing that. Even more so with the advent of cheap surveillance systems and handheld cameras. Slipping in and out seamlessly within the fabric of ‘human reality’ was becoming harder the further technology advanced.
“Ah, wait. One sec, though.” She yelled at Idun as one of Cyndi’s less-played songs began. Melinoe was petite, topping off at 161 centimeters, so she had to stand on tiptoes even with her high heeled boots in order to see where Day-Glo Red, Green and Purple were. They had been kind to her, and though the Greek deities had an egregious history of exorbitant pettiness towards mortals the displeased them, they also were generous with their rewards. Sometimes to ill result, as Aphrodite’s bribe to Paris had brought about. Melinoe was fairly sure that a bit of gratitude on her behalf that night was not, however, going to result in a modern day Troy again, so she let go of Idun’s hand and ducked underneath flailing arms, having seen the tell-tale glowing colors right where she had left them.
When she reached them she did so from behind, not attracting attention even had they been open to noticing anything but Cyndi Lauper on stage. Something in her mind unfolded delicately like a flower, a connection to the ether that humans were born to and returned to. It was akin to seeing a play and then walking backstage while it continued to see the frenzied activity going behind the scenes to keep up the illusion.
To each she touched the center of their backs with a flat hand. To Day-Glo Red, she whispered ‘spend more time with your father’. To Day-Glo Purple, ’see a doctor tomorrow about the pain in your head’. Finally, to Day-Glo Green, ’don’t go out with him’. Then she slipped away, unnoticed, knowing they had heard with something other than their ears. No change in their fates had been made, but their lives would be easier for her advice.
She returned to Idun, wiping sweat off her forehead. “Sorry!”