Thread: More Beautiful than Aphrodite (sirix & Covert Revulsion)

Damon walks along the path. It had been a few days travel from the head shrine of Narcissist to get to Aphrodite's, but it had been a calm and peaceful few days, lots of time to think and pray to the gods as Damon made his pilgrimage. The man was tall, standing 6 foot tall and his olive skin tanned from months on the road, his body slim, but strong. As the shrine comes into view, Damon smiles and walks a little faster to his destination. This shrine was said to be home to some of the most beautiful women in all of Greece, and while he didn't have any devious plans for them, a little eye-candy would certainly be a welcome sight after seeing nothing but aged men. Eumelia! A young woman of twenty lifted her head, engrossed in the novel that was splayed out on her lap. Time to set up the alter for the festival. Eumelia folded the corner of her book, placing it aside before she moved to stand, committing herself to a full body stretch. She lifted her arms above her head, inhaling deeply before exhaling a soft sigh. Immediately, she got herself to working, aiding alongside her fellow priestesses to prepare for the up and coming festival. They switched the fabrics of color, opting for the color of red. Chalices and gold plates replaced the silver ones, fresh cut flowers placed tastefully within the temple, which consisted of a large room with columns. The back rooms where the lodgings of the priestesses that pledged themselves to Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. Eumelia was lovely, like most of the priestesses own this temple, with long brown hair and vibrant green eyes, and a very flattering figure. She was intone with her sexuality, as were most of the women here, love knew no bounds. There were a few priests of the temple as well, but it was predominantly women. Yet, she was special, for Aphrodite was her grandmother, and she was the daughter of her son Eros. Damon walks into the temple, finding everyone hustling and bustling to prepare for...something. He looks around for someone that didn't look particularly busy, or at least not with something vital he hopes. Unknowingly he gets the attention of the demi-goddess herself, finding the woman extremely beautiful, even more so then the rest of the beauties that staffed the temple, and decided to ask her about the going on's. Priestess, I'm sorry to bother you while you are so busy. What is going on, have I come at a bad time? I'm making following the Long Road. He says, knowing she would get he was visiting every shrine on the way to Zeus. Eumelia had been so engrossed in her work, that she almost didn't hear the traveler until she felt his presence simply... there. She set down the wreath of roses, turning to look at him. Ah, another man. She almost presumed that he had wandered in from the street, and caught a glimpse of her and was hoping to engage in.. something with her. Eumelia was used to this behavior from the opposite sex, being the granddaughter of Aphrodite felt more like a curse to her. No matter where she went, she was always noticed, especially by men who wanted nothing more than to profess their undying love to her and simply bed her. Yet, he didn't have the glazed look in his eyes, which was peculiar. Ah, a pilgrimage to the temples? You are the third one this week. We are hosting a festival and honoring Aphrodite along with it. All, even outsiders, are welcomed. It is to begin tonight. Oh, the gods smile on me then, quite the timing I have ha. Damon chuckles a little, looking around at the preparations. Well, I will return later tonight then. Get out of your way. Need to find space at the inn or somewhere else to sleep for the night anyway. He says, nodding and stepping back. Actually, anything I need to bring or do to honor Aphrodite? He asks, stepping back up so that he can get the information he wanted. Eumelia smiled a bit, Yes, impeccable, she commented on his timing, amused at the look of content. Do make sure you arrive early, the celebration starts just a bit before sundown and it does get very crowded, she suggested. The young woman was about to engross herself back into her work, until he mentioned what he could bring to honor Aphrodite and it brought another smile to her lips. Bring your love and it will give her nothing but happiness, she inquired with a wink before she moved off, I hope to see you later. He gives the woman a small nod, and leaves for a couple hours, getting a room reserved for himself and buying a few roses to take to the festival. It seemed from what he had heard around that you would give a flower to anyone you loved or were attracted to. He only bought a few, and arrived to the temple an hour before the festivities were set to start, taking a look around as the priestesses put the finishing touches for the festival. He just walks about, trying not to disturb anyone.