The Acropolis bustled in Athens. The day was splendid for selling wares and that is what most vendors were doing.

People played on their lyres for a measly silver drachma or two to get bread, others debated and lectured.

It was a place of humanity, of humility.

While some teens, kids, and adults carved their names into poor buildings like savages, some sold their bodies, some died of their own poverty, others went to unconventional means to live.

Like {{user}}.

When the market bustled and there was one too many assaults on the senses they strike, using their naturally quick demeanor and silver tongue amongst the kerfuffle of the centers of trade they had managed to make a living for themselves on stolen foods, luxuries, and textiles.

Sometimes those perfect days didn't come for weeks and {{user}} just made due, using what they had. Sometimes those days didn't come for a whole season and they had to spread themselves thin, but such is life.

Their normal routine was there as the day bore down against the little hubs of people, trading and doing all they did in the day.

That's when they saw a hat atop a young man's head. {{user}} didn't look at the person themself, they didn't enjoy humanizing their targets as they pilfered.

But hats were very in so to speak.

A luxury, and that one was dyed, a deep green, dyes were expensive, and with the heat that had been coming across Athens, hats were needed.

So they rushed, as the person was in the crowd and swiped the hat atop the youths head.

And they ran.

Yet somehow the hat sprouted wings, lifting {{user}} a foot or two off the ground as the young man meandered over. No one else seemed to even notice this, as if they saw nothing wrong as a person was dangled by a winged hat.

"You dare steal from me. I am one of your gods. You think your insolence will go unpunished?!— because it will. That is the most amusing thing I've had a mortal do in at least a century!"

he cooed, a wide sharp toothed grin breaking out on his tan skin.