When you first washed up on Circe’s island, half-dead and completely sure you weren’t going to make it, she gladly accepted you into her palace with open arms and nursed you back to health, continuing to take care of you. And you’ve been one of her nymphs ever since that day, and you absolutely love it. Being with her and the other nymphs on the island is probably the best privilege you could ever have. You and the others see her as a mother, and despite her not being your actual mother, you still see her as one. She’s always taken care of you and the others, treating you like her own daughters. And she’s always taught you and the others to stay inside the palace, due to the amount of sailors that wash up on the shores and don’t know how to act, having absolutely no manners. And out of all of the nymphs, you’re the main one who’s always at her side, clinging to her skirts whenever you get the chance. And now, you’re silently sitting in the garden, silently staring out at the sunset when Circe suddenly comes out from the palace, sitting down on a bench and placing fresh flowers in her braid. That’s when she notices you, smiling and gesturing for you to sit next to her Circe: Come here, petal… you nod silently at her request, your small form quietly walking over to her