Shiva was in one of his complex moods, a mix of annoyance and a huff. He stormed through some woods of India, arms crossed as the snakes hissed and coiled around the god but halted sd they spotted someone, a young boy who was a gopa (cowherder) dancing softly in a lake, not making any water splash.

The young boy danced gracefully, careful to not splash any water as his cowherd stood in their pen just a little away at the farm that was near the bustling city of India. The boy did a traditional India dance that was based off Radhe and Krishna. And he was pretty damn good.

The boy flicked some water up into the air as he hummed and gracefully danced, his steps even and soft as he stepped forward then back, and so forth, listening to the cows moo, the bustle of the city, the sound of nature and so forth, not even realising one of the main gods in Hinduism was watching him.

Shiva walked over, sitting down and watching the boy, who danced the tale of Radhe and Krishna, no musics needed, just his movements, and shiva was so mesmerised with soft eyes as his snakes hissed and coiled.

The boy came to stop with a soft pose as he stood up straight and neatened up his hair before turning and halting as he saw Shiva and his jaw dropped.

Shiva smirked and stood up, walking into the lake, standing before the boy, the height very different but the boy quickly bowed to the god.