Chapter 5 : The Blue Danube.

I was standing out in the river about knee deep, my speedo scaring off all the fish. I turned to Yamina eyes wide and said. ”Okay Right hand of the goddess, we’re going to dedicate this river in the name of your mother, I’m going first, we’re just going to wing it, and see what happens. After I’m done you take a turn, when we’re both done, I’ll nod 3 times and on three, we both say ‘So Mote it be!’ Got it?”

“Is it 1, 2, 3, then go, or 1 ,2 then go on 3?” Yamina asked, her eyes sparkling and a smirk decorating her lips.

“Really? A Lethal weapon Reference? That’s awesome, but have you been chatting with your mother behind my back or something?”

“Nah, I’m a piece of her, until I’m worshipped in my own right. I’m still connected to her, so I’m just kind of sneaking in and rooting around. She’s got most of the important stuff sealed off, but 20th and 21st century earth trivia and culture, she left wide open.”

“So basically, she’s teaching you to be a sarcastic smartass?”

“Smart ass sure, but sarcastic, I got that from watching you! I Got it from watching you!” her eyes upon me accusatorially.

I bust out a laugh, and said “Now you’re just showing off, but I love it.” I say my face breaking out in a big grin.

She beamed and said “OK, lets Mommyfiy this River!” flying around my head.

I raised my staff in one hand and my sword in the other and put on my most pretentious voice.

“In the name of the great Mother Goddess, Goddess of Rivers, I dedicate this river to Danu and Henceforth Claim it and Name it the Blue Danube river!” and looked at Yamina.

Who piped up , desperately trying to make her voice sound pretentious, “In the name of my mother, and all of her children, I claim this river for The Goddess Danu, and Name it the Blue Danube”

She caught my eye, 1, 2, 3 “So Mote it BE!!” we shouted, and I shoved the staff down into the sand bottom, like the Best Colonialist Oppressor with a flag, ever!

“Man that would have been so much cooler with a flag, Or a cape… I hope a hundred years from now, when they paint this, I have a flowing Cape.”

“I hope your pasty ass has pants” Yamina muttered.

“What was that?” I said turning towards her.

“Nothing, just muttering to myself.” Said Yamina in faux humbleness.

“That’s my girl.”

I cast identify on the river, my hand outstretched, thinking I really should have done that the first time, I’m slipping today.

We both burst out laughing, Yamina said, “Poor fish” and we lost it again.