"Theological debates seem more complicated once you're living forever by the power of belief," Luna conceded. She didn't have much place in her life for God with a capital G. She was too busy with her Olympians with a capital O.
Although not Christian, Luna had once had a version of the Celtic cross tattooed on her shoulder for the pure aesthetics of it, but had soon learned that what she'd actually gotten was a common white supremacist tattoo, and quickly had it covered with a peony.
"Do you hang out with a lot of other gods and immortals?" she asked them all. "Do you all have weird meet ups and parties, or is it more insular and you stick to your own familiar types?"
Peitho and Hermes seemed like they fucked everyone from every pantheon, but she wasn't sure her owners were the norm.