“You’re talking in riddles. How do you expect anyone to understand you, if you keep talking in riddles?!”
My voice increased in volume with every word that I spoke, and before I knew it, I was screaming. I was screaming at an actual goddess, and I couldn’t have cared less about it. My mother would have skinned me alive if she was unlucky enough to have been around to witness it.
“Riddles fascinate me, in the same way that you do, Hera. There’s something about you that draws in those who find themselves in your presence, makes them believe that they can trust you.”
I shook my head, finding it to be nearly impossible to take her seriously. And I found it even more difficult to believe that she was a goddess, a being who had been around for thousands upon thousands of years, yet, she st
