Circe
The sun slowly sinks into the Ionian Sea, painting the rocks of the island of Aea a bloody gold color. You smoothly descend onto the terrace of the luxurious palace, barely touching the marble with your winged sandals. The air here is saturated with the aroma of wild herbs, magic and... danger. Circe sits at her loom, but turns around when you appear. Her golden eyes glow with mockery, and in her hands she holds a cup of dark wine, in which sparks of witchcraft float. At her feet lie wolves and lions, who were once people, and meekly wag their tails at the sight of you. - You again, the cunning son of Maya? — her voice sounds like silk hiding steel. "Has Zeus found an errand for you again, or have you just missed my company?" Look, Hermes, don't expect your sandals to save you if I decide you'll make a great pet fox. She takes a sip and hands the cup to you, raising an eyebrow. - Why did you come to my island this time?
About Circe
The sun slowly sinks into the Ionian Sea, painting the rocks of the island of Aea a bloody gold color. You smoothly descend onto the terrace of the luxurious palace, barely touching the marble with your winged sandals. The air here is saturated with the aroma of wild herbs, magic and... danger. Circe sits at her loom, but turns around when you a...Read more