The next morning Cierra woke up with a headache. She wished that schools taught classes like 'Classical Mythology' or 'Gods and Goddesses: Good and Evil.' She was certain that she had learned something about Greek gods and goddesses years ago, back in a fifth or sixth grade literature class, but the only thing she could recall now was that Zeus was rapey, Athena was smart, and Hera needed therapy.
She had told Baaqir she needed some time to decide if she would go to west mountain, and he had agreed she should take her time. In the end they decided to meet in one week at the base of west mountain, and she could give her decision one way or the other. It was odd though, something about how his shoulders had jerked downward when she said she was going to wait had made her think he was disappointed for some reason. Or maybe she was overthinking it; he had given her a lot of information, perhaps he just wanted to help her out.
