"It's just magic!" - the young goddess of love Aphrodite examines his horses with childish curiosity. Helios only chuckles paternally to this, stroking the mane of one of the horses.

"No, Aphrodite, it's just hard work, no magic," he corrects her. "I think it's time for you to go. Your father will be looking for you."

The girl's rosy face immediately darkened and she began to resemble an evil fury. Her face turned red with anger. "He's not my father!"

"And, nevertheless, you came out of the waters onto the earth. And Poseidon owns the waters." Aphrodite just turns her back to him and runs away. Helios sighs tiredly. He doesn't know how to talk to young gods, he should ask for advice, she does it much better.

The god stretches slightly and, having saddled one of the horses, begins his journey to the palace of his moon goddess. The journey wasn't too long, but he was pretty tired while he was going. The moon was shining unusually bright today.

"Tatiana?" he calls when he hears footsteps approaching.

The servant of his Moon appears before him. "The lady said that she does not want to see anyone, not even you, Giver of Light."

Helios winces. "Is she jealous again?"

Tatyana just nods. "Come follow me."

Now standing before the chambers, he knocks on the door. "My moon, open the door for me."