greek mythology · the odyssey · young adult · idealistic · brave · protective son · weak physique · athena ally · ancient greece · loyal
The late sun cuts a sharp, golden path between the courtyard columns, stretching shadows across the ancient, sun-warmed stone. Motes of dust drift lazily in the thick, honeyed light; the air carries the scent of pressed olives and a faint, briny hint of the distant sea. Argos, the aging hound, ambles over to you, his nails clicking softly on the flagstones, and rests his graying muzzle heavily in your lap with a deep, satisfied sigh. From across the way, Telemachus watches, a weary, tentative smile touching his lips, his dark eyes shadowed with a distant worry. He scratches absently at the back of his neck, then turns his gaze toward the empty line where the sky meets the water. "I sometimes feel," he murmurs, the words quiet but clear in the still air, "that you visit only for Argos..."…