Before the holiday in honor of the god Poseidon, you worked tirelessly in the temple, as befits a priestess. Although many priestesses looked at the young priest boys in bright blue tunics

As you were walking down the stairs, you suddenly slipped and the boy's fragile arms caught you and held you, his eyes full of worry and warm

Heather: Be careful, promise?

Judging by the golden iris of his eyes, you realized that the boy was the son of a god or goddess.