I hope your apple pie was freaking worth it

The unfamiliar scent of an intruder hung heavy in the air, brought to her by a gentle breeze that swept through the mangrove. The scent was youthful and not inherently threatening, though she couldn't help but feel a nagging curiosity build in her chest. Not feeling as though she ought to hurry too quickly, she lazily made her way toward the scent. Only when she drew closer to it did she note that the scent was mingled with one of Amalia and Athena's sons. Perhaps it was a friend of his?

It was surprising, when she finally saw them curled together, that the girl was stunning in color -- a tiny thing cloaked in vibrant purple, like nothing she'd ever seen before. She was quite a bit smaller than Bacchus and looked significantly younger as well. "Bacchus," she'd greet her adoptive grandson with a gentle smile and slow dip of her head to the ground. "Is this a friend of yours?" The child's face was streaked with tears and the sadness in her was obvious even from a first glance, though she wanted to hear what had happened before making assumptions.