More Marsyas. And finally a link to the actual story.
There was some howling and pitching once I realized it was the Olympians that made fun. But after a furious scramble and a last minute costume change, the coterie of nymphs I'd arranged for her was tranformed into godlings. Smallish and scrawny, but I liked the idea of their younger selves sporting in the predawn. As in dawn of times. After the war with the Titans. When there was an abundance of abandoned...lumber.
Hera's the one in pink. Standing over the others with the makeshift birds on her dress. Peacocks, damn it.
Demeter's in the gardening sack. Dirty hands and feet.
Aphrodite's in back. I hadn't the temerity to try her face. No one should.
Artemis is the little one. Dark eyes, slavering chops.
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