[Grace looks up from her shard, at the woman who has addressed her, and she knows right away she senses something. At first, Grace hadn't always been able to tell who was a god from who wasn't, but over time she's gotten good at feeling it.
This woman isn't a god. At least, Grace doesn't think so. But still... she's feeling it too.
One thing Grace does know, though: that dress? Gorgeous. And she wears it well. Now Grace is feeling a little underdressed in her more simple pants and shirt.]
Apollo? Oh. [She chuckles.] Well, knowing him, he'd insist he can't do much of anything.
[He's a sad wet cat of a man, what can she say? He's come a long way, but not far enough to change that.]
But he knows more than me about... well. Basically everything. [Except modern tech, not that it matters here.] And he's the God of Prophecy, so sometimes he knows more than anyone about anything.
[Then again, his prophecies aren't always super helpful.]
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This woman isn't a god. At least, Grace doesn't think so. But still... she's feeling it too.
One thing Grace does know, though: that dress? Gorgeous. And she wears it well. Now Grace is feeling a little underdressed in her more simple pants and shirt.]
Apollo? Oh. [She chuckles.] Well, knowing him, he'd insist he can't do much of anything.
[He's a sad wet cat of a man, what can she say? He's come a long way, but not far enough to change that.]
But he knows more than me about... well. Basically everything. [Except modern tech, not that it matters here.] And he's the God of Prophecy, so sometimes he knows more than anyone about anything.
[Then again, his prophecies aren't always super helpful.]