FFM30: Vices

Gaia picked up yet another stray, empty, wine skin and frowned. Of all things, her son had to get buried in human politics- at the height of an expansive, drug induced, alcoholic empire of them all.

She rolled her eyes, and lifted a stray turtle from one side of the hall to the other, least it be trampled by one of the four baby elephants he had brought home the week before. Honestly, Gaia couldn't remember why she had reproduced in the first place.

A light tap on his door, and she pushed it open. Artfully picking her way through discarded clothes and stray pillows, and threw the curtains open.

He had women. Human women, in her home. Oh no, Gaia was not going to put up with this.