Making New Memories (Tag: Dionysos)
Word had reached Beauty's ear that an old...interest had returned. While "acquaintance" was far too light a word, "friend" was almost too strong. They'd had a special connection once, it was true, but she'd not seen him in far too long.
Approaching the opening in the forest in her usual graceful manner, Freyja began to reflect on the first time she'd met the God of Pleasure. Nymphs, satyrs and wine, oh my! A beautiful summer afternoon, in an even more beautiful glade...it had been a most enjoyable experience. It had been the sounds that had first attracted her; the singing and giggling had been most alluring. When she'd come upon the scene, Dionysos laying in the middle of the opening in the forest, surrounded by such creatures, she had been unable to turn her back. Not that the thought had really even occurred to Love. She'd been far too intrigued right from the start. Pleasure could be found in so many ways, and the nymphs were nearly as intriguing to her as the God himself. And he was nothing short of perfect.
Oh, it had been pleasurable indeed. And it was to that glade she had chosen to return to call on him. Surely, he would remember her and the association with this particular location.
For this visit, she'd chosen to wear her hair up, held by only a couple pins, revealing her long, slender neck. She was wearing a simple sundress, cut just low enough, and just short enough to show off her shapely legs. It was suitable for lounging about, while still sexy enough for her purposes. As she entered the grassy glade, she slipped off her shoes, feeling the grass beneath her feet. Besides, she was sure it would be sacrilegious to put heel marks in the ground here.
She paused a moment, simply taking in the view. The last time, it had seemed like such a magical place. Had it been the location or the company? Even now, the flowers were in bloom, the trees pregnant with fruit and foliage. Coming from the North it was all too surreal, as the trees there were just beginning to show their spring buds.
"Dionysos? Are you about, darling? It's Freyja..."