"Well, some gods and goddesses grow up. I didn't, but my son did, and so did his son." A slight smile crossed her lips at the thought of Cupid and Bliss.

That . . . sounded familiar, that no one was sure if it was a myth. 'Dite nodded solemnly. "Yeah. Once upon a time here, there were lots of gods. But mortals decided they didn't need them anymore." She sighed. "And now there aren't."

She regarded Rinoa. "What does the myth say about this god? Was he good? Did he take care of his people? If he was still around, would you worship him?"