He briefly frowned. It was far from the best situation, but he had feigned sleep before. He could do it again. "Thank you," he said. "What work will I be doing?"
"Feeding the animals and helping me fix my fence."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
His frown was replaced with a smile. Spending time with animals was always nice. He always seemed to fall in love with them; they all had a cuteness that was impossible to describe. And dealing with a broken fence would be easy. Countless years on Earth had made him quite handy with a toolbox.
"Depending on how handy you are it might be helpful to drag you with me around town," she says. "An extra pair of eyes is never a bad thing. Hell, we can even check on Lochy," Rowan chuckles slightly.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Our lake monster, our only real tourist attraction that no one knows about. Said to be like the loch ness, but we didn't want to call him Nessie, so we dubbed him Lochy. Regardless of whether or not he exists, though, the lake isn't safe. It's not an uncommon occurrence for a few bones to wash up after a person goes missing."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He studied her face. It sounded like the perfect setup for a town's prized myth, but there was an honesty to her words and to her expression. Even if there was no monster in the lake, she seemed to believe that there was. He fiddled with his necklace. Just because it seemed impossible didn't mean it didn't exist. He had seen too much to immediately deny something like that.
Of course, she knew Lochy was indeed a monster - it was no freshwater shark or a freak fish, but she wasn't about to go there. So long as he stayed away from the lake and didn't follow her when she went down to feed him, it'd be fine.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She chuckles and turns into a long, winding driveway. They reach her small home about five minutes later. There's a large field off to their left with a few horses grazing in it, and outside a wolf-like dog is awaiting them beside a massive german shepherd. Both canines stand and trot over to the car as their werewolf mistress hops out and greets them. They eye Maahes, wary, but since he came with Rowan they do not attack or even growl.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
While they didn't posses the ability to see through another plane like cats could, they seemed to understand that he was different than their owner. He smiled at the dogs. The last thing he wanted to do was scare them. After a moment of hesitation, he reached his hands out and pet both of them. He didn't want one to feel left out.
The wolf hybrid just grumbles and backs off, though the shepherd comes forward and sniffs his hand.
"The shepherd's Apollo and the wolf-hybrid is Artemis," she replies.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"You like mythology, too?" Maahes asked, still petting the shepherd. He glanced over his shoulder at her. Mythology had always been an interest of his. When he was younger, he had been convinced there was others like him. Years later, he was now certain that he was the only one of his kind among the "gods" of the past.
She nods. "Yeah, ever since I was a little kid." Besides, there's some legends that have come real, and she knows it.
In the distance there's the howling of a lone wolf, a deep, reverberating cry that echoes through the forest.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"I'm guessing you like Greek mythology the most," he said. He glanced in the direction of the howl. After spending so much time in other parts of the galaxy, hearing such a familiar sound made a smile appear on his face. He looked back at Rowan. "I'm more of a fan of Egyptian mythology."
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