The god of the sun was laying in a field and enjoying a beautiful day, relaxing among the flowers and playing his lyre. The breeze blew through the rainbow of petals, the flowers bobbing over his head. He idly plucked the strings, humming to himself before he heard the grass rustle. He stopped and sat up, looking around before meeting someone's eyes with his own warm gold ones. He smiled brightly.

"You don't have to hide."

He patted the spot near him, raising his eyebrows as his smile melted into a cheeky grin. He playfully plucked a few strings on his lyre, beckoning them to come closer.