Aphrodite

Another pleasant morning traversing the fields with her friends Lily the dove and Athena the Magic Nymph. Aphrodite watched in serene content as they flitted around helping her to gather the flowers and pollen that were necessary to feed their ever growing clan. Cool breezes blew through the trees and dew sparkled on the morning glories as Aphrodite’s path lit up with several floral species. Each step she took resulted in another explosion of bright colors and beautiful petals as they caressed her dainty claws. Out here, she could truly let her spirit run free. She was never comfortable with the hustle and bustle of their clan, with the constant attention her wings would bring her from the men and women around as they coddled and cooed. Sweet gifts and honeyed words meant nothing to her, all Aphrodite wanted was a little bit of space and some serene sense of peace. Out here that’s exactly what she could feel, it’s what nature could bring to the quiet derg. Though… there was one dragon among them that she truly liked, one that she never got tired of being around and who could make her heart race. It was kind of strange, Boreas as a winter dragon contrasted greatly with her powers of Spring, yet in a way they balanced each other out. Boreas was calm and sensible, never doting on her or bringing her flowers that she could create herself. Instead he kept his distance and only troubled her with important matters. It was nice to be around someone as cool and mysterious as that. Lilly suddenly broke out into a song above them, catching Aphrodite’s attention as she lifted her slender neck to observe her avian companion. Just what could have her little dove so excited as Athena continued to collect the plants? Slowly lowering her gaze and ascending the nearby hill in pursuit of her bird Aphrodite froze, there in the middle of the field... was Boreas, freezing their names into the nearby bark of a powerful tree. Could it be, that he returned her feelings?