NESCIO (13)
But, the priestess had not been idle while drinking good coffee. She'd spent time swotting up on Greek mythology. Trying to discern what underpinned those heroes' trajedy; avarice lust vengence and malady (at least, as far as she could see).
As she stuffed her face she considered her theory: the Greek gods oscillated, constantly contrarily. Incapable of adult emotion they were prone only to tease or appease, and with grotesque hilarity.
If she were to combat all that she would have to counter most of it with love loyalty and generosity.
It was a tough task - a lot to ask - but if she were to save the brother and sister (once so close to each other) she would have to act fast.
The brother still felt he was misunderstood. As a consequence, he scarce said a word. This sister felt depressed and dejected, so utterly sick of being rejected.
The death of the father would affect them both. A stab in the heart, even though they weren't close. (It would separate the sister and brother much further.)
The priestess muttered 'oh bugger' as she reached for another bottle of duty-free wine.
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