Being a winged goddess had its fair share of bird jokes and comments. The occasional snickers while asking if you like bird seed, giggles while making bird calls at you.

It was all but annoying to put it simply.

That brings us to here and now, it was once of the thousand year gathering of the gods. For a few days all the gods would gather, they would discuss topics of their creations in a meeting of Valhalla the first day and the next days would be large celebrations.

The gods all danced and laughed in celebration for another century passed. Apollo held a cocktail in one hand as he walked throughout the ballroom. He was going to get another drink when his eyes landed on you.

A mischievous glint flashed across his face. He walked closer towards you but not to close and he began to do a bit of a performative dance, like a male bird trying to attract a mate.