<strong>Location:</strong>Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Namira<br/><br/>Ishtar just smiled as she led the way, flying off over the waters.  It was rapture.<br/><br/>Speaking with such perfect clarity and cadence that she could be heard easily even over the thunderstorm, her mother explained along the ride, “Now, there’s only so much I’m allowed to do directly.  That I can come at all is a testament to your character, as i said before.”  She took a breath.  “Your nemesis in this case isn’t the reincarnation of Gilgamesh; I keep<em>very</em>careful track of him.  Instead, Fate drew in a young sociopath chosen by Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of volcanos, who’s a Titan by any reasonable standards.”  She flicked the rain in disdain.  “Some of your teachers will talk about how Titans can be redeemed or drawn into the pantheon, but…”  Ishtar had no time for such foolishness.<br/><br/>“The other thing is that I heard that that sphinx banished you from the library.”  Ishtar was keeping her wrath in check, very unappreciative of her daughter being so scorned.  “I would consider stepping in myself if she didn’t make sure you at least got to read the basics.  Know that I’m not upset with you; however you choose to handle that is up to you, just like the rest of your life.”  Her mother just smiled.  “Short of joining the Titans, I can’t imagine I’ll ever stop being proud of you.  That you would go to rescue your friend, even on your own if need be, shows you’re worthy.”  A darker smile.  “But I can definitely make sure you’re ready to put enough holes in his ass that any girl who wants to rimjob him had better be able to play the harmonica.”