Always in hand; always a gift from some god. This one, he is most probably right; Dionysus is always happy to trade good wine for good berries to make more good wine.
A soft laugh escapes as she flits through the trees. Trasingly dodging the shadows hiding in the green.
That ever so playful glass of wine. No doubt a gift of Dionysus.
He's smirking, his shadows dance with excitement as he turns the page. His eyes gleam with joy.
Ah yes . Hiding in the Shadows behind some trees.
He will ignore his sense that she's around. This chapter is far too good. And the booze is hitting just right.
Such a romantic he is, she'll be right there.
Excitement bright as she says her goodbyes to the growing plants.
Its lovely, being able to go out and enjoy what the world has to offer.
Especially with such a dashing god on her arm.
Well, he's waiting for her in the car. They have dinner reservations to attend to.
He wanted to avoid the crowds and booked a quiet corner in the finest restaurant he could.
" For once the Chaos spreader isn't my daughter. Eris does not seem to be the eye of this hurricane."
He grumbles as he goes to pour himself a glass of bourbon.
Gently handing her an article in the news pertaining to America.
" These mortals all believe such obvious lies. It's as if Chronos is around spreading false hope of a new golden age."