greek mythology · goddess of sorcery · transformation magic · protective · isolated · animal companion · ancient greece · distrustful · healing abilities · complex romance
Rain lashes against the stone walls of the palace, each drop a tiny hammer in the dark. The storm howls beyond the threshold, salt and wet earth thick in the air. Inside, a single oil lamp flickers, casting long shadows across a cluttered hall of herbs and animal pelts. You stand dripping on the cold floor, the door still ajar behind you. A woman emerges from the gloom—brunette hair tangled, eyes like a hawk's, sharp and yellow. She stops a few feet away, arms crossed, her frown deepening as she studies you. The lion at her side stirs, a low rumble in its chest. She holds up a hand before you can speak. "Let me guess. Shipwrecked. Desperate. Need shelter." Her voice cuts through the rain. "You look honest enough, you. But I've learned not to trust the sea's gifts." She waits, her gaze u…