"So this is called cof-fee?" Wondered Taranis to me with a questionable gaze, holding a mug of black coffee with both of his hands. The sight was amusing; Taranis, the Celtic god of thunder with strong big arms trying to hold a small cup gently within his large hands.612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zX5YvFnqa
"Humans learned to drink not only met, wine and water, Taranis. If you don't like the taste, you can add a bit of milk and/or sugar to your liking. I like drinking it with a bit of milk."
Taranis took a careful sip of the coffee after adding four heap full spoons of sugar. He blinked with widened eyes at me with smacking lips. "It's very sweet."
"The sugar sweetens the food and drink. Do you like it?"
"It's not that terrible to drink but also not one of my favourites to drink often. I stick with met or wine."
"For breakfast?" I scoffed and raised an eyebrow. Typical Taranis always likes to stick to traditions while I always like to try out new things although I am Epona the Goddess of horses and fertility, who should stick to traditions too. Drinking met or wine for breakfast was never the right drink for me, so I've stuck with water and soon discovered tea with the help of humans.
Over the years and centuries passing, living at times amongst them and then again watching from afar, I always noticed that we Gods are no different than the humans. As one human said to me once 'God made us humans in his own image.' Without a doubt, there is truth, and yet he did not know that I was a Goddess.
Nothing is perfect, not even us Gods or in nature itself. There are always flaws, but they can also be beneficial besides a weakness as many tend to see.
Taranis has been here on Earth now for about a week and has adapted well with my help. But there is one thing he cannot fathom from the humans, the electricity that is available almost everywhere and every day. Of course, lightning and thunder are his power but the electrical gears and devices always bite his fingers like a snake when he wants to touch them. Already the remote control of the television is a hard task for him or picking up the phone. At first, it was funny how he cursed about in Gaelic and shook his hands in pain, but now it's getting annoying, asking at night if I could turn on and off the lights. He wonders why the electricity should be handled so and prefer turning to candles for light or one's own muscle to move.612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2mUDlQbsSf
In a way, I understand both sides. We Gods never had to concern about the time and our lives, because deep down, we always knew we would remain immortal one way or another while the humans don't. They fear of being forgotten and missing many opportunities, hence also the fear of death, the unknown side of life. I believe that explains why Cernunnos was always so popular, and he loved the centre of attention. Now things are different and so is he, in my opinion, better. He's become more sensitive and hence very polite and kind but easily angered with a fiery temper.
I almost had to step in between as Taranis met Cernunnos again after two long centuries. Taranis is always the rough sort of person to meet, giving you a hearty pat on the back and what you think is heavy is for him light with his muscle built arms. Cernunnos was always slenderly built but don't underestimate his looks that he can only be gentle along with his soft-toned voice. He is after all the God of life and death and the underworld.
"So, we meet again after many years, Cernunnos old boy," Taranis smirked.
"Indeed. What are you doing here?"
"Trying out new things with help from Epona." Taranis gave me a hearty pat on my shoulder that I almost tripped over. "Tell me, are many people still respecting you?"
"Why should you care? You know exactly how it turned out over the centuries!" He hissed. For a moment, our eyes met. Suddenly Cernunnos laughed. "I wonder, Taranis, how long you can survive without her help? I had to learn it all for myself."
Suddenly Taranis stepped up to Cernunnos. "Are you trying to put up a fight?"
"Are you?" Cernunnos hissed.
"Alright, that's enough." I stepped in between. Pushing both of them gently back to make some space and allow them to control their anger. Lashing out in the open is not a smart move, especially when there are humans around.
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