Looking for Fun (Maximillian the All-Powerful Sheep and Selene)

Hestia is a beautiful goddess, as they all should be, her hair is maybe the most beautiful thing about her, it's like sunlight and moonlight woven together by the small and nimble hands of Aphrodites' priestesses. Her golden eyes are always filled with kindness and love. Her pale skin is soft and creamy but she isn't pale like a ghost, she has colour for example her pretty blushing cheeks whenever she is around other gods. She always feels inadequate. She appears to be fourteen en doesn't want to appear any older, she could easily edit her age. Hestia loves her friend, Hebe goddess of the Youth. She likes staying near her and this way she feels that she can connect to the younger goddess easily. For a fourteen-year-old body her chest is well developed, there was only one reason Hestia let this happen to her body, she felt that gods were quite sexual creatures and that the only way to be heard was to have a good-looking chest so they would do something when she warned them about something.

She rose to her feet, she was wearing a chiton, an old Greek dress, it was very long and coloured a very pale pink colour it swept over the floor. A boy had come up to her not knowing who she was. She totally loved it. She let her hand travel over his cheek and smiled, "Of course demi-god, just tell me what to do," she said in her musical voice. Until the illusion was shatted. A girl came in. Hestia didn't move and then knew who it was, a Daughter of Pheme. Pheme, Hestia was familiar with the goddess and she didn't dislike nor like her, feelings for that goddess were mutual. The girl, Minna, knew who she was and and innocent smile appeared on her face and she shrugged her little shoulders, "Don't fret Child of the Sun, you've done nothing wrong," she whispered to him before he'd go all crazy about her being a goddess.

Hestia smiled at the little boy and kissed his forehead carefully, "I have met him, I dislike him greatly," She whispered the last part so softly only she could hear. She could see because of his ADHD he'd be hyper but Hestia had a calming effect over everybody, it was natural to feel calm aorund her. Hestia patted his head to keep him sitting when she rose, "Don't apologise child, all will be well," she nearly sand the words, other people were naturally drawn to her voice like moths to light.

She remembered that the boy had asked her a question and she answered it quickly, "I was send here by Zeus, Lord of the Skies, to help protect the camp with my hearth, I was send to keep little kids like yourself safe," she mused hoping to get a smile from him, he had a great little smile.

Hestia waved off his question, she didn't lie so she didn't answer. In the truth Apollo was a horny god who impregnated nearly every mortal woman who he came across, he had no pride nor dignity. From strippers to royals, from kids 15 to old women at 60. He didn't care at all. He got them pregnant and ran off to the next one, he once even went for an entire family, the mother, the mother's mother and the daughter. All three in due time. He disgusted her. She just smiled at the little boy and ignored the floating question.

The Hearth. How to explain it? Even the divine Goddess of the Hearth wasn't sure, "It is what keeps the family together, it is the fire within the fireplace of your house. I keep it alive to keep love and friendship in a household or here at camp between the different demi-god so none get thrown by Kronos," she tried to explain it the simplest way possible without making a huge speech so the little boy would understand without too much difficulty.