Nymphaeum

Amphitrite and I had known each other since before the great war. The ebb and flow of the tides and the pull of the moon were inevitable. Then, in an effort to protect herself, she lost herself in the foam, and I could no longer reach her. I smiled warmly when she caught my eye as I entered. She was the epitome of beauty, a queen in her own right.

The joy and pride I felt were immeasurable. One of my oldest and dearest friends had returned to Olympus, and tonight was the grand opening of her resort. Amphitrite looked amazing in her deep blue, floor-length gown. Her beautiful, flowing hair was pinned up in a tight bun on the top of her head. Many fellow Olympians were in attendance and already gathered in their usual groups by the time I arrived. 

Amphitrite and I had known each other since before the great war. The ebb and flow of the tides and the pull of the moon were inevitable. Then, in an effort to protect herself, she lost herself in the foam, and I could no longer reach her. I smiled warmly when she caught my eye as I entered. She was the epitome of beauty, a queen in her own right. 

A rather dashing and dapper young man on her arm caught me off guard. I expected my friend, Dionysos, to be at that post. I mingled, keeping my eye on the couple, and grabbed a drink from a tray. Clio, Eris, and Atë entered as I made my way to the strapping gentleman who was now speaking with Adrestia. The closer I got, the more familiar he became. He looked like a young…DION? Shaking my head with a widening grin, I realized Dionysos had been under one of his transformations and had lost a few years in his appearance. No longer concerned for my dearest Amphitrite, I let the two continue their conversation and made my way to the open bar. 

“Whiskey, neat, please.” In a quick move, the bartender snagged my empty glass and slid me the fresh drink. I turned, leaning back against the bar. The ballroom was simply stunning. Amphitrite had done magnificently. I had never been below the surface of the sea, and yet, here, I felt as though I were. Reds and golds filled my senses as the cacophony of the crowd transfixed me into a muffled place. The ambiance she had achieved was superb. I couldn’t wait to bring Artemis for our spa weekend. 

Glancing around the room at my family, I caught a glimpse of a proud Eros showing off pictures of his new babies. My mind drifted to the day my own twins were born. Alexander and Alyssa were handed to me by Ilithyia as I smiled over at a sleeping Endymion. The cave was well lit with a wealth of candles to aid Ilithyia in the delivery. This day is a birth of a different kind, yet a birth, nonetheless. 

Amphitrite made her way around the room with the grace and charm befitting the queen she was. My glow emanated as my heart soared for her. Eros and Adrestia slipped onto the dance floor as Dionysos and Erebus stood talking with a rather tipsy Atë. I chuckled to myself at the combination they made together. Tilting my head, I avoided standing directly in front of Atë as I often did. Atë was far from ready to see her own reflection, and I often tried to appear beside her rather than in front of her for her sake.

Catching a glimpse of Amphitrite as she made her way to the front, I gave her my full attention. “Everyone, can I have your attention, please!” Her voice was clear and crisp, like the waves on a cliff, and resounded through the room. Amphitrite paused and gave Dionysos a look I knew all too well, and he joined her as Mathieu elbowed her back to the matter at hand. “Thank you all for coming. I hope that you enjoy your time here this evening.” 

Eris and Amphitrite exchanged a joke about knives for the ribbon before she slid a beautifully adorned pair of scissors for the ribbon cutting from behind the podium. “Now, I know most of you haven’t been here yet, and I hope you can stay. There have been rooms set aside for your use after the gala finishes, if you choose. There will also be some tours offered after dinner, if you would like to take a look around.” 

She held one side of the scissors as Mathieu took hold of the other. “We now pronounce that Nymphaeum is officially, and forever, open for business!” she proclaimed as the pair cut the ribbon. The room lit up as the photographer’s cameras flashed, commemorating this event for the ages.

Eris continued on their usual rant of trashing the place. Eros and Clio began making jokes about finding a room to have sex. Then Eris and Adrestia awkwardly made their way to the dance floor. I shook my head with a chuckle, slipped out a side door, and down the empty hallway. I did not notice King Poseidon enter, or I would not have left my friend at that inopportune moment.

I made my way through the halls, peeking in a few of the rooms left open for the tours she had planned for later. The sounds of the party faded as I meandered deeper into the resort. The deeper I explored, the more glimpses I caught of the world Poseidon and Amphitrite had ruled for so many years. Bright colors and variant shades of blue overwhelmed me with a sense of peace I had not felt in a while, and I loved adelfí even more for it. 

I found myself in a room full of windows that displayed the ocean I so loved and cared for. The creatures I worked so diligently to help in my lab swam past, and a renewed sense of joy for my work filled me. This! This is what I work for. This is where my energy goes. I sat down in my typical lotus pose and closed my eyes. Dropping my mortal form, I released my energy in a steady flow, ever so gentle and controlled, as I fed the sea from my reserves.

I sat like this for an unknown length of time. I was only brought out of my state of meditation by the sounds of people outside the door. A tour group had made their way down to my location, and I was nearly spent. Reining my immortal being into my mortal form, I stood and straightened my silver gown. Slipping out the door as the group passed, I made my way back to the surface to find the ballroom tables strewn with leftover food. The bar was littered with shot glasses and an empty pitcher. The lights flickered as I shook my head. 

“What in Tartarus did I miss?” Picking up the glasses, I stacked them into the pitcher and set them in the sink behind the bar. I made my way to the table and picked up a smaller lobster, somehow still intact and perfectly cooked. I opened my clutch, set a check on the table meant for my adelfí, and added a note. My apologies, I missed dinner. Hope this helps. Love Sel. I wrapped the lobster in a napkin and slipped out the door towards home.

Selene (Renee Christian)
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