Antheia huffed as she turned away from the boy, holding the amulet gingerly in her cupped palm, “You ask too many questions, thief.”

“My name isn’t thief.” He muttered, moving quickly behind her as she began to walk away. He was still shaking, nervous after the encounter with Hera. “Oracle,” he caught up to her, took her arm, “Do you see Hera often?”

The girl paused for a second, then tore away. She turned quickly, her face flushed in the moonlight, “No, I’ve never seen her before this night, though it seems everyone else at the temple has! Over and over they’ve been visited, but she’s only come to me this once, and to deliver a stupid sneak thief boy!” The last word was spat into the dust, and she whirled around so fast that she almost lost her footing.

Agathon reached out to her, “I have a name, you know.” She stood without his help, and continued walking.

“I figured as much.” she snapped, moving faster, “But your name doesn’t matter to me. I just have to take you to the temple, thief.”