The ceremony worked, or at least that’s sure what it looks like. At first it looked like winter was going to hit hard; freak snowstorms, unusually low temperatures across the globe, and various other similarly dire weather patterns. Then they stopped, just like that. And now all indications point to a mild winter. Mortal scientists, of course, are scrambling to try to figure out how things changed so suddenly.
The Legendary world knows that Fimbulwinter, Ragnarok, was forestalled. Naturally, our part in it became widely known. And now we seem to have something of a celebrity status in mythical circles. For now at least, fame can be fleeting. Regardless, it was apparently enough to get us invited to a wedding between a son of Ares and an adopted daughter of Hera being held in a Greek coastal town called Volos.
We entered the city through Avalon’s mists, weren’t there very long before some agent of the Dodekatheon by the name of Zotikos found us. He didn’t waste any time leading us to a Terra Incognitae that contained a villa owned by Aphrodite, where the wedding was being held. The place was breathtaking in a way that was entirely different than what I saw in Asgard. The architectural styles are disparate, of course, but that wasn’t the only difference. It might not even be the biggest one. None of the Æsir seem to have quite as much concern for luxury as Aphrodite, after all.
As soon as we got inside Zotikos flagged a guy down. Donnie Rhodes, his name was, another Scion of Aphrodite. That much was obvious at a glance, the family resemblance between him and Lexi was unmistakable. He knew who we all were already, and greeted us warmly before giving us a grand tour of the villa. You could tell he was at home in social situations like this, drew us all into the conversation with ease.
He was apparently there at Hera’s behest to make sure everything went well for the couple and keep them happy, or something like that. The exact details didn’t seem important. It wasn’t the kind of thing he was likely to ask me to help with, anyway. I’m not exactly a social butterfly. So once the tour was over I found a place to change into a swimsuit and slipped into the pool. Yeah, I headed right for the water again. I suppose I may be getting a bit predictable in that regard.
But I’d never gone swimming with nymphs before.
Well, Crinaeae, if you want to get specific. They move through the water like dolphins…and hunt like them too, so to speak. I was barely even in the water before I had half a dozen of them swimming in an ever-tightening circle around me. Donnie had mentioned that everyone hear knew who we were. Apparently they found a tall, muscular, water Demigod from the far North to be…exciting.
Oh, I should mention that Crinaeae apparently don’t concern themselves with such trivialities as swimsuits. And by Freyja every last one was absolutely gorgeous. One of them, the apparent leader (who seems to be fond of using the water itself to aid in foreplay), might even be more beautiful than Lexi.
She was also the one to proposition me, quite boldly. And for a second there; the way the light hit her, her hair flowed about her, how she bit her lip…I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist if she’d asked me to do it right there in the middle of everyone. That passed just as quickly as it came up, though, even if the interest didn’t. And it occurred to me that it might be best to continue…talking, to her below the water.
I'm sure Claire had a camera on her, probably a mic too.
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