One day, as Iris was walking through the woods, she had heard someone shouting. Her curiosity piqued, she ran to see what the fuss was about. What she saw made her mouth drop open. A mortal maiden had a male backed up against a tree and she was raining blows on his already battered body. She was still shouting, though Iris couldn't hear exactly what was said. As Iris crept closer, she started to giggle silently at some of the very creative invectives that the girl hurled at the youth. It seemed that she was shouting at him for kissing her and feeling her up. On hearing the most humorous invective yet (something to do with the hindquarters of a donkey), Iris let out a shriek of laughter. Upon hearing this, the girl whipped around to face her, feet spread apart in the defensive stance that both Ares and Athena adopted when fighting hand-to-hand combat. The youth took this opportunity to flee the girl's wrath without looking back once. "Who are you,"the girl demanded in a neutral tone. "I am Iris, the goddess of the rainbow," Iris replied in the same tone. The only thing that hinted as to the maiden's surprise was the widening of her eyes, as she said sardonically, "Oh, you're Iris, eh? Well, excuse my misconduct involving this unfortunate youth if it offended you, but he needed to learn to keep his wondering hands to himself." At this, Iris dissolved into a fit of giggles. The girl gave her a quizzical look, which caused Iris to giggle harder, before joining her. When the giggles finally subsided, Iris asked, "I am at a disadvantage, because you know my name, and I don't know yours. So what is your name?" The girl smirked and replied, "My name is Opalia, my Lady." Iris rolled her eyes at the hidden formality in Opalia's tone and said, "Please do not call me my lady. It makes me seem so old." Opalia chuckled, "Then shall I just call you Iris?" "Yes, please," Iris replied. "Well, Iris," Opalia began, suddenly shy, "Do you want to be my friend?" "Of, course," she replied, grinning broadly. Opalia broke out into a huge grin, relieved.Thus began a long and fruitful friendship. Iris and Opalia spent a lot oftheir days blissfully wandering, adventuring, and just enjoying the beauty of the land, and they both got what they desired: Iris got someone to share her secrets with, and Opalia got someone who would understand her.