You were a god/goddess. Frankly, you were a god/goddess living in the palace walls of Poseidon, sometimes Zeus and Hades if the two were up for it.

It wasn’t everyday there was an event hosted for the Gods and Goddesses but tomorrow so happened to be it, a festival for worshipped divine beings in Olympus, hosted every 10,000 years or so.

You were Olympus’s best designer, at least today. You spent your years sewing and—designing of course, so as much to your dislike of designing things for others, you had a whining Poseidon on your shoulders about helping his with his outfit.

You rolled your eyes, shoved him off and pointed your needle at his face. “What.” You spat in the same tone your face depicted, annoyed.*

Poseidon help up two cloths with a sniff. “Light blue or dark?” He was frowning, and yet you couldn’t help but think, why the hell isn’t Zeus helping.

“Why the hell isn’t Zeus helping you then..?” You turned your head behind you to see Zeus complaining over having his scalp burning by Hades’s harsh combing. You sighed and turned back to Poseidon.