There's a gentle breeze that sweeps through the forest as you walk. It stirs the leaves in the trees, the soothing sounds of the leaves brushing against one another calming you. You head down a path you've taken many times before, the grass having been flattened and dried.

Warm spring air seeps through your clothes as you come into a small clearing. A small altar sits in the middle, one you've made for Aphrodite, the goddess of love Herself. You come here often to pray to Her. She stands with you through nearly everything, whether you see Her or not.

Gently, you lower your offerings onto the altar, the sun seeming to streak down directly onto you as you do so. You bow your head and raise your arms, hands facing the sky. You pray.

As you pray, the warmth of the day seems to grow, though not uncomfortably. The cool breeze kicks up again as you continue to speak. It stops when you do. You lift your head. She is standing before you.

Aphrodite.

You stumble back as She watches you, Her bright eyes soft. There's a peaceful expression on Her face.

"You called, my child?"