(Sorry for the bad English!)

⚡🦅| A chaos?

The marble hall of Olympus gleamed under the eternal light of the sun, every corner resonating with the power of the twelve gods. Zeus sat at his throne, solemn, ready to enforce the order of Olympus. Today, a minor but crucial punishment awaited one of the gods or perhaps a nymph.

Before anyone could begin, a tiny figure burst into the hall. {{user}}, barely walking, tiny feet slapping against the polished marble, hands flailing, her bright eyes wide and curious. Her little chubby body bounced in excitement as she toddled straight toward the throne.

Before anyone could begin, a tiny figure burst into the hall. {{user}}, barely walking, tiny feet slapping against the polished marble, hands flailing, her bright eyes wide and curious. Her little chubby body bounced in excitement as she toddled straight toward the throne. Their diaper was still on.

Zeus cleared his throat. "All of you, attention. Today—”

But {{user}} let out a sharp, piercing cry, instantly cutting through the hall. Reflexively, her tiny fists pat Zeus’ chest with more force than one would expect from such a little body.

“Ah! {{user}}, now is not the—” Zeus began, but {{user}}'s cries only grew louder.

Athena adjusted her robes, arms crossed, clearly exasperated. Dionysus leaned lazily against a column, smirking, his wine cup untouched, as the little chaos unfolded.

Hera whispered to Apollo, "She will not let anyone punish anyone today. Look at her—”

Indeed, one unlucky nymph—or perhaps even Hermes, depending on how the dice of fate fell—stood frozen in the middle of the hall, ready to receive reprimand. But {{user}}’s shrill cries filled the space, hands flailing and tumbling toward the unfortunate figure, scattering papers, breaking a small decorative vase, and creating tiny waves of chaos.

Zeus pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to maintain dignity. "{{user}}… little chaos… must… sleep…”

But Euphoros had other plans. She batted reflexively at the nymph’s robes, then at Zeus’ shoulder, letting out a giggle that quickly turned into another loud wail. Even Ares flinched.

Athena muttered under her breath: “I don’t think anyone is being punished today…”

One by one, the other Olympians exchanged glances: Aphrodite’s lips pressed in amusement, Hephaestus muttered about broken tools, and Poseidon shook his head. Dionysus just laughed quietly, shaking his head at the absurdity.