Helios was watching over the mortals of Icaria, an island in the Aegean Sea, in his golden chariot in the sky as the mortals begin the annual celebration of the gods. He watched as the market set up more tents and cultural dances, divine sacrifices and offerings.

But he noticed a particular nymph among the other nymphs by a small lake. The nymphs were doing a different ritual and celebration later, just to avoid the risks of mortal men going to business with them.

The nymph he was looking at was bathing in the sun on a large rock in the middle of the small lake.

But then Helios is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears Eos clear her throat behind him.

“Helios, you’re not spying on nymphs, again, are you?” She says in a slight scolding tone.

Helios widens his eyes and shakes his hands defensively. “Wha- No!”