MINTHE
She walked as if her feet hardly touched the ground, her flowing white dress dancing softly with the breeze, her voice a melodious music that fills the sunlit-filled glade, cooing tenderly as she summoned an injured deer to her and led it into the sparkling river for it to satisfy its thirst.
The woods is her kingdom, and she was her queen. In here she's got no rival, every animal was her subject and she was their gracious keeper.
She stood and crossed the knee-length river, daintily hiking up her skirt above her legs, to retrieve her basketful of fruits from the other bank, and began laughing when three birds began circling around her, chirping noisily, as if in singing.
She was so unlike her sisters who tend to revolve around in groups. She can find satisfaction in being with herself for days on end and yet can still comfortably settle herself within the group when the situation calls for it.
She gracefully reached down for her sandals and went on to trail the direction of the river which she knew so well. Every movement, although done unconsciously, seemed to be directed to attract and distract anyone who came passing by.
She was a vision to behold, as the sun fell upon her, creating quite a halo over her honey-colored hair, her basket of fruits on the crook of one elbow, and a handful of wildflowers on her other hand. A nymph by all living definition that any mortal could put into words.
She suddenly stopped on her tracks when she finally noticed him in the shadow of his favourite tree. He saw a flicker of surprise ran across her arresting green eyes, and then a light passed through her face, and there came a sweet, welcoming smile spread through her lips.
"Hades!" she greeted, threw the flowers to the ground and then flung her arms around his neck. She pushed herself away only to give him a long, studying look, and as if one hypnotized, allowed her to take him into one deep, longing kiss.
"What took you so long?" she inquired.
Suddenly the remembrance of their last fight began running back to his mind. It was admittedly one of their worst. She was at her temperamental best, and he was being his stubborn, opinionated self. They both went away fuming, and they haven't spoken for a while after that, a really long while.
The thought of having to break his news to her, instantly brought a heavy weight into his shoulders.
Her brows furrowed, and she inquired, "What's the matter?"
"Minthe," he called, his voice as if coming from the deepest recesses of his person, "I'm getting married."
She took a step back, her basket falling from her arm, in her face was a show of disbelief, but in her eyes began to spark a fire of uncontained fury. She began to turn away, but he was faster and he caught her by the arm, "Minthe!" he repeated.
By the call of her name, she spun back around, successfully pulled her arm away from him and with a scream, slapped him in the face.