"That is all in the past," she said, determined not to even think about that prophecy again.
"Oh! Yes, let's find others!" Alone, Oenone was quiet and somber. She was pleasant and likable to many. But with Dionysus and the other Maenads she was wild and carefree. Oenone smiled fondly at her favorite god. "I have you, and that is all I truly need. But more Maenads would help you," she said with a sweet voice. She would do anything he asked of her.