Petals fell from beneath her fingers, captured by the waves that nibbled at bare toes and drawn into the deep. Nothing of man jarred her field of vision, the white sand pristine and ringed by lush plantings designed by the spread of seed on the winds, and while she knew the house lay over a ridge of stone, Adrestia did not approach it directly.
Instead she stood on the beach and fed it flowers, waiting for her brother to come to her, knowing he would do so, if for no other reason to keep her from coming to him and the not-so-human boy he protected as fiercely and obsessively as only a god could.