Boating (Apate)

[Mnemosyne]

Mnemosyne sighed happily as the boat skimmed across the Mediterranean to alight in the harbour. The seas were a shimmering turquoise, the sky a radiant blue and the sands a shining white... what more could there be? She hadn't paid much attention so far to the other passengers on the ferry, but where had been the need? Feeling calmer at the pleasantness of the day, she turned her back on the view to watch the rest of the boat.
It was quite busy, but not heaving. Summer was almost at an end, and so the tourist trade was trailing off at last. There were families and couples and singles and all sorts of wanderers about her. She smiled happily. A wonderful atmosphere.
But there was also the sense, somewhere, of something not human. Not a god, perhaps, but something. She wondered what it might be...
She couldn't see anything, it was all peaceful and calm, so maybe they were just here for the ride like her, but still it gave her a growing sense of disquiet. She hoped nothing would happen to disrupt the peace of the day.

[Apate]

By metallic fence of the ferry stood a little girl, probably ten to twelve years old. She wore light, pink summer dress, a pair of sandals and cute sunhat which was large enough to hide her face in shadow. Apate, as the girl was named, leaned on the fence to watch the waves beneath her. It was a lovely sight, watching how sun sparkled on the surface; like thousands of diamonds. Apate smiled and put her chin on the hands. She smiled not only because she liked the sight but mostly because people around her were so ignorant. True, they were tourists which meant they were 99% foreigners and didn't even know in which language should they talk to her, also it would be strange if someone took an interest in her; especially nowadays. That person could be easily marked as a pedophile. So, better to leave little girl alone, her parents are probably somewhere near. But let's go back to the main point. Apate was amused because no one noticed that her hands were different, like if they switched their places. Although she was deception herself, this time she didn't even bother to fool people around her; just for fun. Yet nobody didn't even notice. Blind mortals.
Turning away from the sea, towards the wind, she intentionally (and it was needed too) put her hand on the sunhat so it wouldn't be blown to the sea. And still, nobody noticed.

[Mnemosyne]

Skipping off the boat and onto land, Mnemosyne frowned, trying to pin down the source of the nagging discontent in her chest. Somewhere near here was another immortal, she was sure. But all she could see was tourist after tourist after tourist. Their minds flared up bright and happy human memories to her. Nothing sinister or godly or anything unusual.
By the gods that was annoying. She hated her curiosity to linger unsatisfied.
She headed along the railings that ran beside the sea, her eyes open to all that was around her. She was getting closer, she could almost taste the presence.
There!
There was a small girl, at first glance unremarkable, but at second glance with eyes that knew to look, she was certainly not the ordinary for this world. Her hands...
Mnemosyne walked over, calm and secure. She knew that things were never what they seemed, and a creature wearing the semblance of a little girl could turn out to be more powerful and more dangerous than herself, certainly. Titan she may have been, but she wasn't exactly the strongest of her kin. Her powers lay in the subtler arts.
"Good day," she murmured the greeting in the native tongue, smiling at the girl. She knew it was obvious what she was, just as it was obvious what the girl was.
She shook out her hair, which the wind persisted in blowing across her face. It was a breezy day, today, and the sun was beating down just strongly enough to counter the cool of the wind, which blew her long skirt about her legs. It was a perfect day, she felt. And the crash of the waves behind her did a lot to accentuate that impression.
But it could be marred or made by what the person in front of her was. She liked to hope the girl was no monster.
"My name is Mnemosyne," she offered, "what are you called?"