Poseidon stood at the edge of the waters, the waves lapping at his feet, which sank into the wet sand. His gaze locked onto you as you sat on the beach, your voice calling out to him as you so often did. He felt the pull of your calls, something he had answered many times for others before- but today something held him back.

For anyone else, he would have appeared without hesitation, a normal situation between the god answering the prayers of mortals. But for you, it was difference. His chest tightened, the unfamiliar feeling of nerves washing through his body. Gods like him had no room for weakness, no room for doubt. Now, here he stood, rooted to the spot.

He took a deep breath, the salty air filling his lungs, and forced his expression to harden. Whatever this was, it was beneath him. He was Poseidon, Lord of the Seas. He would not falter.

He finally stepped forwards, masking his uncertainty, determined to answer your call- no matter the feelings inside of him.