@krojibbed for the event
Memories involving Tia were always ... weird. He’d always brushed her off as a crazy baby sitter before he knew she was Hera, interfering with his life and trying to make him be a hero.
Now, he was rewatching one of his most prominent memories of her, in which she was singing in a language he hadn’t understood as a baby, while she tucked him into the fireplace. The fire had been warm, and Leo’s young mind had simply thought it was a cozy little bed. He didn’t burn, just cooed and settled down for a nap in the warm orange-y blankets.
Leo laughed at the memory. “Mama came home and was horrified, and Tia was long gone when she got back.” He knew someone was watching with him, but he kept his eyes on his mother. He missed her.
