Eros drew his head back behind the tree, his eyes darting back and forth to find a space to hide. When without his mother, he had trouble with the whole "invisible" thing. Drat.

"Hello-oo-oo? Is anyone there? I saw something, come on now, who is it?" Her voice, as smooth and sweet as honey, echoed through the trees.

He smacked his forehead. Suddenly, an idea!

"Do not come near me!" He said. "Please." Came the whisper.

Her footsteps stopped.

"Please, please do not come, sweet Psyche." He relaxed as he heard no more movement.

"Buy why?" She whispered curiously.

"Just...just don't! Please. Just sit where you are." He reasoned.

"Alright, but please, please explain to me who you are." She took a few steps forth twoards the trees. Who was this man that spoke to her? His voice was kind, and his pleads sounded so worrisome.

"I cannot explain to you who I am. Please, please stop walking." He bit his lip, memory of his angry mother passing through his mind.
"Then tell me how you know my name. Or, tell me who you are...what your name is. Anything." She stood a few feet from the tree where the voice was at.

"I cannot tell you my name either."

Silence. "You cannot explain to me why you cannot show yourself, and you cannot tell me your name. If I cannot know either of those,how will I be your friend?"

"Friend...er. I suppose we'll have to manage? Mysteries always add a bit of spice to friendships, don' t they?"

Silence, the awkward silence of not knowing what to say.
"I am the youngest princess in my Kingdom." She said. "My father, the king, has not yet betrothed me, but I know I will marry someday. They say that I am almost as beautiful as a goddess-" She chuckled. "it's silly, if you ask me."

Eros was a bit taken back by the sudden dip into what would seem to be a secret. "You speak to me so openly, why do you trust me? You don't even know my name..."

"It's easy to trust you. I don't know. You sound kind enough..should I not trust you?"

"No, no no. I suppose not. Keep going."

"Hm. Well. They've begun to stop worshiping Aphrodite." Her voice grew quiet. "I am so afraid that she will punish me for it. I know how the great goddess can be so angry and jealous!"

Eros nodded, agreeing quietly. "Do you always start out conversations like this?"

She chuckled. "No, kind sir, again...I do not know what it is about you. You sound trust-worthy. Something about your voice pulls me in."

He frowned. This was the arrow speaking. Oh, how he wished she could've fallen in love without it's magic!

"Well, well continue then."

For hours, they spoke. They spoke of life, of love, of great adventures and of the gods and goddesses. The more they spoke, the more Eros learned to love Psyche. However, if his mother knew that he had fallen in love with the woman he was supposed to penalize, he'd be punished, and there is no greater punishment than one from Aphrodite. She controlled love, and love can be much more painful than awound to the skin...Love would ache and ache, no medicine could cure it's agony. For this reason, there were few that wished to face Aphrodite's wrath.

Erk. The conversation is a bit sudden, I know, but takeinto account that she's been hit by an arrow of love! Comments would be loved (: