A Moments Reprieve

Aphrodite padded silently through the hot springs, relishing in the quiet. The ebony mistress loved her sister, yes, but sometimes the girls twin just rubbed her the wrong way. Her constant complaining and arguing and just plain bitching was annoying as hell. However, as much as Persephone pissed her off, Aphrodite would never leave her. The girls had run away from their family's pack over six months ago; they were on their own, with nowhere else to go. If they separated, they would each be on their own.

Aphrodite turned her head from side to side, unnerving gaze searching for the perfect hot spring to rest in. The eastern lands of Alacritis were much warmer than anywhere else at this time of year, but Aphrodite felt a chill coming on. Perhaps the rapid shift in temperatures when she traveled to the East from the North had caused the young girl to come with down with something. Aphrodite was here at the hot springs to try to return some health to her luxurious, curvaceous form.

Finding a pool that looked inviting enough was no superior task; the girl simply chose the one that looked the warmest, and was deep enough to submerge completely but not have to worry about drowning. The next pool Aphrodite came upon was perfect for her standards; a larger pool, with a sandy bottom that sloped gradually deeper. The black-pelted fae slowly walked into the pool, sighing with relief as the warm water soaked her to the bone. Aphrodite waded deeper in, padding slowly, until she was submerged up to her chin. The girl unhurriedly relaxed each and every muscle, letting her thoughts drift blissfully away on the humid breeze.