“Diana, you can’t bring your bow to the podium.”
“Who’s going to stop me?” she asks, bumping the woman aside.
“Fine, just don’t use it.”
“Hi, my name is Diana.”
“Looking around, I think most of you know who I am.”
“I’m pretty fast with a bow.”
Mumbling and more nodding.
“Someone has to protect the women and nymphs, don’t you agree?
Even more nodding, some out of fear. She did have her bow in her hand, after all.
“These are my faithful hounds,” she said, looking at them. “I’ve seen pictures of me, with my hounds, in books. They do any of us justice, do they.”
Everyone agreed, grumbling and applauding.
“I’ve read the stories. Women believe that I am their protector. They know…”
“Excuse me, but it’s freezing in here,” said a Goddess, wearing a long gown and hooded cape.
“HI, HERA,” said the crowd.
“I’m going to start a fire. It will only take a few minutes.”
“Minutes? I can warm up the room in a few seconds,” chuckled Aphrodite.
“She can,” said a male in the back. “Trust me.”
“But I’M the Goddess of the HEARTH,” said Hera.
“Sorry,” said Aphrodite. “Didn’t mean to step on your toes.”
“Just back off sister,” said Hera, glaring at her. “Go drag some man into the back room, and let me work.”
“Drag me,” said about fifteen men, at the same time.
“HEY, I’M STILL AT THE PODIUM,” shouted Diana. “IT’S MY TURN TO…”
“Honestly, Di,” snorted Aphrodite. “We ALL know your story.”
An arrow whizzed by Aphrodite’s shoulder, and stuck two inches into the wall behind her.
“You were saying?” said Diana, her dogs snarling, their teeth in full display.
“Nice puppies,” crooned Aphrodite, holding out her hand. “Sweet doggies of mine,” she continued, getting close enough to pet them.
The dogs whimpered, then lay down and rolled onto their backs, their tails wagging, begging for pets.
“Diana, you might want to think about using female dogs, when I’m around,” said Aphrodite.”
“You’re such a pain Aph. Really? My dogs?”
Aphrodite shrugged. “Magic is magic,” she said, smiling, rubbing a dog’s neck.
“There,” said Hera. “A nice cozy fire.”
“There’s no fireplace in this room,: said someone in the front row.
“Oh, details,: laughed Hera. “There’s one in here now.”
The woman in charge, stood on a chair and said, in a very LOUD voice, “THIS MEETING IS OVER.” There are cookies and whatever, on the table in the back. You all act like a bunch of bratty children, and DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME THAT WAY ZEUS. You’re the biggest baby of them all. With that, she left the room, slamming the door behind her.
“I guess the next meeting is here, next week, right?” asked a man, with a cookie in his hand.
Everyone agreed, as Diana pulled her arrow out of the wall and went to the cookie tale, her hounds trailing behind her.