Conceptos inventados y juegos de palabras
Finally she couldn’t take any more when Erie tried again to coax her into going with them. “Do I look like the kind of person that likes physical activity?” She snapped at him, “Don’t push it, god-boy.” “It’s not like I’m all super-powery-magical-god-skilled like you guys. I actually have to do the work if I want to go hiking or anything else.”
“Hey,” Erie said with a pout that made him look like a twelve-year-old. “What got you up on the wrong side of the bed today? We’re just trying to have some fun.”
Eva didn’t understand why she was in such a bad mood, but she was. And she really needed to make a plan.
Finalmente, Eva no pudo aguantar más cuando Erie intentó convencerla de nuevo para que fuese con ellos de excursionismo.
–¿Te parezco la clase de persona a la que le gusta la actividad física? –le dijo repentinamente–, No me tires de la lengua, chico-dios. No es que sea muy diosa-súper-poderosa-mágicamente-dotada como vosotros. Yo tengo que hacer un esfuerzo si quiero hacer excursionismo o lo que sea.
–¡Oye! –dijo Erie poniendo mala cara como un niño pequeño–, ¿Por qué te has levantado con el pie izquierdo? Estamos intentando pasarlo bien.
Eva no entendía por qué tenía un humor de perros, pero lo tenía. Además, necesitaba elaborar un plan.
Eva asked, "What do you need?" If she was going to be in, she was going to be all in. That's the only way it would work.
"I need your purse," she said to Eris. "I brought paint- ball things that I can throw at him, and I brought a nerf gun filled with paint too. But I can't take them inside with me."
Eris held up her tiny clutch. "I don't think they're gonna fit," she smiled apologetically.
"They'll fit in mine," Eva offered. Her purse was massive, and everyone who knew her knew it. "There's plenty of room, and no one ever goes through it except for me."
"Oh, that's perfect." Persephone giggled. "I'll be right back. Stay right here."
Eva preguntó:
–¿Qué necesitas?
Si iba a meterse en el ajo, lo iba a hacer por la puerta grande. Era la única forma de que funcionase.
–Necesito tu bolso –le dijo a Eris–. He traído paintball que puedo lanzarle y una pistola de agua llena de pintura. Pero no puedo entrar con esto.
Eris le ofreció su pequeño bolso de mano.
–No creo que quepan ahí –sonrió disculpándose.
–Cabrán en el mío –ofreció Eva.
Su bolso era enorme, y quien la conocía, conocía su bolso.
»Hay espacio de sobra, y nadie lo revisa, solo yo.
–¡Nos ha tocado el gordo! –Perséfone soltó una risita–. Vuelvo en un segundo. No os mováis.
"Yeah," Eris said as they started to move through the throngs of people. "Give or take. Let's get something to drink and find an open spot to wait for Persy."
She led the way through the crowd, and Eva found herself looking for a familiar face, but not seeing any.
–Claro –dijo Eris mientras empezaba a meterse entre la muchedumbre–. Lo tomas o lo dejas. Vamos a por algo de beber y buscamos un hueco donde esperar a La bolsos.
Le guio entre la multitud y Eva se quedó buscando alguna cara conocida, pero no vio a nadie.
"Don't worry," a gravelly voice said from beside her. She raised her eyebrow and turned her head slightly to see a burly, muscular man staring down at her. He had a massive beard, and she'd go so far as to call him beard- tacular.Stopping herself before she reached up to touch it, Eva settled for caressing it with her eyes while she tried to focus on what he was saying.
He was startling, and captivating in an unusual way. He had to be a god, or he wouldn't be here. But he looked different. Instead of looking flawless, like he'd stepped out of a magazine, this man looked like he worked for a living. His skin was tanned, and the muscles on his arms had been earned through years of hard work.
–No te preocupes –dijo una voz grave tras ella.
Eva subió una ceja mientras se giraba, viendo entonces que allí, observándola, había un hombre fuerte y musculoso con una barba tan frondosa y bárba-ra que tuvo que pararse los pies a sí misma antes de acercarse a tocarla, conformándose con acariciarla con sus ojos mientras intentaba prestar atención a lo que estaba diciendo.
Aquel hombre era sorprendente y cautivador de un modo que no era normal. Tenía que ser un dios, o no hubiera estado allí. Pero era diferente. No tenía una apariencia impecable, como si hubiese salido de una revista, sino que tenía pinta de tener que trabajar para vivir. Su piel estaba bronceada, y parecía haber conseguido los músculos de sus brazos trabajando duro durante años.