You were with Achilles on Mount Pelion, being trained by the centaur Chiron. You hunted, slept, and even swimming together, just like you did on this hot summer day.

When you were tired, you grabbed the low branches of the willows and hung from them, waist-deep out of the water. You playfully let go of your branch and grabbed him by the waist, laughing as he let out a surprised, «Ugh!»

For a few moments you struggled with him, laughing. Then there was a loud crack, his branch snapped, and you both tumbled into the river.

You both surfaced, breathing heavily, even more exasperated. He swam out, breathing heavily and brushing water from his eyelashes, and noticed how you got out onto the shore and started running

Achilles: Stop right there, Eliana!