"Atlantis?" Eris sat up straight and looked around the room she was in. "But how can I breathe here?"
"Well we're not fish," Amphitrite responded with her arms folded over her chest, "my husband may be king of the seas and oceans but we still have lungs you know."
"Oh sorry," Eris responded nervously.
"So you summoned my husband eerr.."
"Eris.." the young goddess responded.
"Yes Eris, I can't remember the last time anyone summoned any god," the woman with silvery blue hair took a small bunch of Eris' locs and inspected them, "what use could a beautiful young lady like you possibly have for my husband?"
The way she uttered the words 'my husband' immediately told Eris that Amphitrite was very protective of her marriage with Poseidon. It was no secret that like Zeus, Poseidon was also a bit of a play boy, and his wife Amphitrite was not a fan of his shenanigans.
