- hair. She was still struggling with her insomnia but there were moments when she would fall into bed and sleep for an average of about -

- two to three hours. Sita would often visit Goiteía's chambers shortly after breakfast to be groomed, which the goddess enjoyed. She -

- kept her distance from Ares and Aphrodite, so she barely ever saw them. The Olympians reminded Goiteía of an animal who would rear its -

- child and then, once it was old enough, leave it to take off on it's own. Sooner or later, she would end up like her older siblings and -

- be able to live by her own terms. Truthfully speaking, she was terrified. Maybe she could room with one of her brothers for a while?

"Mom! Happy Mother's Day, ✨Ƈσтєяα✨." Gives her a quick, fleeting hug, then pulls away and clears her throat.

Goiteía sits on the edge of the timeline, her legs dangling while she eats from a bowl of dry Honey Nut Cheerios. "Lame."

"Percy Jackson. It's been a while."

"Not unless you want your arms ripped off in the process." Goiteía crooks an eyebrow in Percy's direction and smirks wickedly.

"How about I just charm you into ripping your own arms off? Would I be all talk then, Jackson? Mind you, I'd have to help with the second."

"Boo hoo."

"And I am truly grateful that you didn't."

"I belong on the /real/ Olympus now, thanks to you two."

Goiteía flicks her blonde hair over her shoulders and winks at Nico.

"Any more ghost hunts planned?"

"That's the thing. Pretty sure you don't know what I'm interested in."

"Do you know many gods that are /reliable/?"

"That's just me, di Angelo."

Goiteía rolls her eyes.

"Shut up, Jackson! This doesn't concern you."