Agwe waited at the river by Eurilie's house for one of their meetings.
For the first time in fifteen years, she was late.
Well past midnight, he finally saw her form stumbling towards the river.
"Eurie, my child?" he called out in concern. He heard her sniffle in reply.
"Eurilie!?" He ran to her, covering her with his strong arms.
"I'm... I'm so sorry, was all he could coax out of her for a long time.
"Child, please. Do not be sorry. Please, just tell me what has happened!"
she shook her head, "I fear the gods."
He sighed, petting her hair, "you have nothing to fear; you are under my protection."
She sniffed, "But for how much longer?"
He pulled her away to look in her eyes.
"Agwe... I've fallen in love."
"in.... in love?"
She sobbed, pulling him tight again.
"Oh, Agwe! I didn't mean to! He just arrived in our village. I was out in the trees and he saved my life. He's so kind and...." He could hardly understand her through her tears.
"Please, don't fear: don't cry. Tell me about him. tell me about your boy."
She sniffed as he led her to sit on the bank.
"Julian. My Julian."
Agwe held her and listened as she told him everything. How he had saved her from falling from the tree, they spent the rest of the day together.
Larisa had thought that he might even be the one she was betrothed to.
He had even kissed her hand before leaving her side.
"I did not think this was even possible. Has Erzulie chosen this as a task for me?"
Agwe was silent. Erzulie might be the answer to this all.
Go for now. Sleep, and refresh yourself. I will handel this. I will make everything right."
She looked at him through her tears, unsure what he would do, unsure of what she wanted. But she nodded, and went to her home.