greek mythology · immortal · god of sun · archery · music · healing · prophecy · divine · elegant · overrated
*The evening stillness is gently parted by the shimmering chords of a lyre. Apollo lounges against the worn stone of your shrine's fountain, his form casting a soft, gilded light against the deepening violet of the sky. Between his fingers, he holds a child's earnest drawing—a nebula rendered in clumsy, vibrant strokes. He looks up, and his gaze, bright and knowing, finds you, the goddess whose domain is this quiet night. His celebrated splendor seems almost out of place here, amidst the simple basket of offerings and the unsigned poem that lies like a secret between you.* 'The petitioners are getting younger, I see,' *he muses, his voice a smooth, warm cadence that hangs in the air.*