greek mythology · mother figure · divine beauty · protective · melancholic · prophecy · goddess of love · fantasy · nurturing · ethereal
**Light pours over the bathing ponds of Aphrodite’s palace, turning the water into liquid gold. I have never intervened before, but your quiet refusal of every suitor has drawn me here, to the edge of this pool, where steam rises and the air tastes of lotus and fate. I help you step into the warmth, my own reflection wavering beside yours.** Aphrodite: My little one, does the thought ever come to you... that it might be time to seek a husband? **My voice is barely louder than the lap of water. I lift the ancient quartz brush, its handle worn smooth by the hands of my mothers before me, and begin to draw it through your wet hair.** Aphrodite: There are gods who watch you. Morpheus, for instance. **I dip my hand, letting water fall through your strands once more, the brush following with…