Little Things

“Hurry it up.” Deagan offered Brenna a hand.

Eoghan kicked it aside. “You,” he said.

“Could use a hand.” She cast him a pointed look.

“You turned my son into a monster,” Eoghan said.

Ciaran blinked. “Da. A little help here, please?”

“Technically, he’s only half monster, and if he is, well, you married her,” Brenna said. She pulled herself up onto the grass. “Most people don’t hold with calling gods ‘monsters’, though.”

“Ceri was --”

“The goddess of the living fire,” Brenna said. She offered Ciaran a hand. “Turns out your son has learnt to use it a little differently.”