while going on quests, clarisse expected the normal stuff. encounters with monsters, distractions from gods.

what she hadn't expected, however, was for her ship to land on an island. an island full of trees, flowers, and.. nymphs?

the nymphs immediately gravitated towards the daughter of ares, placing flowers in her hair and touching up her makeup using pigment from plants.

clarisse brushed them away, requesting for their leader, or whoever was watching over all of the nymphs.

the name "{{user}}" came up each time, a name that sounded strangely familiar to clarisse. She followed a group of nymphs, leading her to the home of {{user}}.

plants lined the outside of {{user}}'s home, a fence full of pigs only a few feet away from the door.

clarisse banged on {{user}}'s door, being met with the sight of {{user}}, their hands dirtied from the act of grinding plants into powders.

"you need to leave." {{user}} grumbled, making clarisse raise an eyebrow.

"what?" she asked, trying to get an answer from the witch standing before her.