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Elaheh sat at the table, pouring over the morning paper. Beside her, Theia and Reuel argued loudly over whose turn it was to cook breakfast. “Will you two stop? I’m trying to read here,” she said testily.”
“There’s nothing interesting there, Ela,” Theia said. “It’s all gossip these days, mostly about how Zeus can’t keep it in his pants and who Hera’s cursed this time.”
Reuel snickered. “There’s nothing new about that. It’s been going on since before the dawn of the current Age.”
“It’s been going on since before time began as far as I can tell,” Theia said.
“Zeus and his siblings didn’t bother involving themselves with anyone – god or mortal – until 800 B.C.E., by the mortals’ calendar,” Elaheh said. “So unless he was diddling his sisters, then he wasn’t chasing anyone.”
The younger immortals rolled their eyes. “Ela, you’re so old-fashioned,” Theia said. “You need to get with the times.”
“You could at least get one of the tablets we have,” Reuel said.
Elaheh shook her head. “I prefer my physical manifestations, thank you very much.” She reached down to pick up her coffee and gasped. “How beautiful.”
The other two gathered around her and peered into the cup. “That’s gorgeous,” Theia said breathlessly.
Elaheh picked up her spoon and stirred it gently. The clouds spread out like steam and the golden sunlight that gleamed up from the formerly dark liquid shone through. Tiny birds flew from the cup and faded from view once they passed out of reach of the light.
“A beautiful dawn on Earth,” Reuel said.
“It’s going to be a splendid day,” Elaheh said.