"Philippe!" There was a pause. "Philippe!" Kleta sighed as she looked down at the tiny green god she had been given the duty of raising. Of all the female members of her family she was probably the least qualified for the job of 'mommy', she was a warrior after-all. So far the cherubs had been assisting her with her parental duties. Clearly, Philippe had grown wise about the 'duty' that comes after a feeding and had made himself scarce.
Don't get her wrong, she was excited for the opportunity to raise the next Spartan warrior. However, the 'parenting' activities she was looking forward to, weren't things she could do yet. She was excited to train him and give him his first spear, better yet, teach him to make his first spear. It was what Kleta knew best. Right now, the only thing he could do was poop and coo and look cute.
"Philippe!" There was an exasperated sigh, she could smell Areus without even checking. She would do all she could to avoid changing that diaper. Kleta turned her spear so that it was horizontal and sat down so that she was at the same level as Areus, with the spear now across her lap. "Areus, you see here. This is a spear, can you say 'spear'. Someday, this will be your wife and become a complete extension of yourself.
Areus reached out for the spear with a big toothless grin on his face.
Kleta was thrilled, could not have been prouder, and would have gladly handed the baby the sharp, pointy, deadly spear, but somewhere deep inside her a small voice was telling her not to. She was pretty sure it was Venus' "Hmm... perhaps I should find you a more suitable first spear..." Kleta said thoughtfully.
