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"I apologize, my lady." The descendent of Rhoecus said quietly, holding the phone up to his ear. 

[color=ed145b]"What happened, Rhoecus Younger? Certainly you couldn't have lost sight of her. She has bright red hair, and a stare that could give my little Aphrodite worries."[/color] Hera said on the other end of the phone call. Though the signal was strong, the boy had trouble hearing her, though he imagined it was entirely because Hera was simply holding the phone wrong. [i]Again.[/i] 

"She... dumped quite a few frozen treats into the ocean and then she was gone." The boy grimaced, trying not to laugh as he remembered it. 

[color=ed145b]"Bribery."[/color] Hera huffed, drumming her manicured nails lightly along the bronze throne. [color=ed145b]"Well, let's hope she doesn't turn you into an animal, my little dove. You're going to the island while she is there to deliver the gift."[/color]

"It will be done, my lady." The boy confirmed. He managed to find a ride thanks to a brave boatsman, willing to cart the ten peacocks and rather large boxed item, without asking too many questions. He watched the island come into view, growing nervous. He had faith that Hera would protect him, as she did when he was a small child. He gently touched the tattoo on his shoulder, watching with interest as fish swam along the sides of the boat.