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Characters: Erato, OPEN
Date/Time: Wee hours of the morning, Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Location: Living room of La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD. Depends on how it goes and who shows up.
Summary: Maternity hormones make it hard to sleep some nights...

Erato sighed. She didn't know what time it was. In some respects, that was probably a good thing. She knew it was very dark. The house was quiet. Most of the people were asleep, though, she was sure, a few of the godlings prone to night-owlishness would still be prowling around. Erato was bound to be one of them tonight. Her back ached, the baby was kicking, and her hormones were going nuts. She didn't want to wake up Achilles again, though.

Instead, she wandered downstairs. Maybe she could get a cup of hot cocoa from the kitchen and see if there was anything worth watching on the DVR.

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It turned out that Frigg had had the same idea. Erato will likely be drawn to the smell brewing cocoa. Frigg turned upon hearing the footsteps.

"Hey there. Erato, right? Care to join me?" Frigg offered.

"Yes, ma'am," Erato said. She got a cup for herself--and snagged a recently-baked pumpkin cookie than Sif had made the day before--and sat down near the other woman.

Frigg took a sip from her cup before speaking. "Can't sleep?"

She shook her head.
"No, ma'am. Not with Alex kicking like he is."

Frigg nods sympathetically.

"I remember when I was pregnant with Balder. Goddess or not babies can be hell on your ability to get a good night's sleep."

Erato lovingly rubbed her belly.
"He's strong, just like his daddy. Too bad Apollo isn't up. He can usually get the babies to settle down for Mel and me."

"Oh?" Frigg asked, intrigued. "How does he do that?"

"He talks to them. Or sings, sometimes. Apollo is the god of youth, among other things. And, of course, he's our Mousagetes. We follow him and, it seems, so do our children," the Muse explained.

"Huh," she mused with a smile. "Man of many talents it seems." She takes on a confused expression. "I'm sorry, but what does Mousagetes mean?"

"Muse-leader," Erato explained, "Apollo's always been with us. He knew what we were to be long before our births, and used to follow our mother around while she carried us. He helped bring us into the world, he named us, raised us, taught us, loved us... he even asked to marry all nine of us, but Zeus wouldn't allow that and broke us up as a set since he knew Apollo would be all-or-nothing with us."

"So you guys were broken up because of some political mierda? Sorry if that's personal," Frigg apologized.

"Zeus claimed he was marrying me off so no one would fight over me, being the prettiest of my sisters. Although, honestly, I think Hera had some influence in that decision. My chronicling the many loves of Zeus and everyone was causing some tension, I suppose. It was the job I was given, but..." The little Muse shrugged. "Either way, Apollo was furious about it."

"I can imagine." Frigg found herself making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. "Want one, hon?"

She nodded.
"Yes, please."

She swirled her cocoa in her cup.
"So... just up for a late-night snack?"

"Sure thing." Frigg loved to mother people, it was part of who she was after all.

"Si, can't really sleep so good, having a little something to eat usually helps. I've been thinking about home a lot. Dios, my mother's going to kill me," she says with a fond chuckle.

Erato shrugged.
"Pretty much all the people who would be worried about me are here," she said, "I... haven't really talked to my parents in a while. Not since May. They... they kicked me out when I told them I was pregnant."

Frigg instantly turned sympathetic.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She slides a sandwich over to Erato. "Care to join me for some eats and girl-talk?"

"OK," she said, taking the sandwich.

"So... if you're Norse... Does that mean you're one of Apollo's friends?"

And that has Frigg spiting her cocoa.

"I..what?" She says, trying to regain her composure. Memories of their encounter in the garden fluttered in her head.

Erato calmly took a bite of sandwich.
"Every year, Apollo would go north for a few months. We always begged him to stay because we missed him so, but he said he had friends up there that he needed to visit. Are you one of his friends?"

"I never met Apollo before a couple days ago," she admits, flushing a little, but does her best to cover it up.

"Oh. I always hoped to meet one of his northern friends. They were obviously very important to him. I mean, he gave up a lot just to ensure he made that visit."

"I admit I'm curious as to who these friends were," Frigg admitted, curious. "I knew most everyone in the North."

Erato shrugged.
"I don't know. I only know what he left behind in Greece." She shook her head. "Poor Koronis."

"Who's Koronis," Frigg asked.