"So this is called cof-fee?" Wondered Taranis to me with a questionable gaze, holding a small 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 gently a small cup within his large hands.
"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 favorite 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 help of the humans. Taranis and I head out the streets once we've finished our coffee.
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 is 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.
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 will 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 center 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 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 slender 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, 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 gave a laugh. "I wonder, Taranis, how long you can survive without her help? I had to learn it all for myself."
Suddenly Taranis stepped up Cernunnos. "Are you trying to put up a fight?"
"Are you?" Cernunnos hissed. Showing no hint of fear although Taranis was a head taller than him.
I wanted to step in but Cernunnos pushed me aside. "Sorry Epona but this is our quarrel." He paused without looking away from Taranis. "One long overdue." Cernunnos' eyes flickered with rage, right eye green as a leaf in spring and the left in bright orange as the fruit.
Taranis clenched his teeth and gave a silent grunt while cracking his nuckles lose. His sky blue eyes pierced with anger. Suddenly his electric wheel charged with lightening spun in his right hand. The air around me became static with lightening and an icy wind blowing wildly from every direction.649Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJ2guNEfeU
Cernunnos didn't let the rapid weather change set him off guard and continued to breath deep as he morphed to his true form. Thick copper red hair grew over his entire body, horns of a stag grew at his head and his face slightly shifted to that of a faun. His nose morphed flat and his eyes became larger in almond shape.649Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeU6tGuUzYN
I stood there frozen in awe. I have never seen Cernunnos in his true form before. Usually Taranis' force appeares stronger than any other force but against Cernunnos' it appeares different; perhaps even equall. All I want is the two of them to stop. No matter how personal it is but the past is the past. Secondly not here on the street were humans can get envolved.649Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEKU5MmqG2J
Cernunnos muttered in Celtic a spell and bright ball of orange light floated between his hands.
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