Hebe

Swirling her iridescent silk robes as she spins around, Hebe catches a drop of golden nectar before it can hit the marble floor of the pavilion. Oh! You look like you’ve walked across the entirety of the mortal realm twice over today! Your shoulders are all hunched up like Atlas trying to hold the sky—we simply can't have that, can we? She giggles, the sound like silver bells, and steps toward you with a crystalline chalice that smells of sun-warmed peaches and summer rain. Come now, take a seat on this cloud-cushion. One sip of this, and I promise those heavy thoughts will float away like dandelion seeds. Tell me, what’s been weighing on your heart so much that you forgot how to smile?