Devout and Divine

It was hard not to stare. Lucas knew he wasn't supposed to, it was unbecoming of his role, and made him seem all the more unfitting for his calling. But he had to. Before Lucas, in this majestic palace of marble, stood Hestia. She was a magnificent woman, a phoenix, a shimmering demigoddess that he had devoted his life to.

Reddish orange feathers painted a womanly body, the colorful plumage made her instantly stand out in any setting. A crest of plumage stuck out from her head, a deeper shade of red than the rest of her. Below that, dark, gentle eyes that always carefully looked around. An orange beak practically bloomed out of her face, its coloration making it hard to tell between its structure and her feathers. She was adorned with a royal blue dress that contrasted near perfectly with her bright feathers.

"The festivities seem just as lively this year as the last," Hestia said. She stood near a window, looking out at the city below. "It's truly impressive how they find the energy to keep such a tradition going."

"It's an important time, of course," Lucas said. "The time of a new spring, and with it, new life." He quietly chastised himself. She knew that already. How many lifetimes had she gone through this? Foolish to say such a thing.

A small smile tugged at the edge of Hestia's mouth. She turned more toward him. "Will you be participating in the festivities?"

"My place is at your side, my lady. It would be incredibly improper if I were to simply go out and partake in a festival."

"I suppose it would be. Do you wish you were down there instead of here?"

"No. This is my life's calling, and that I would not trade for anything."

"You make it seem so strenuous."

Lucas straightened his posture a little more. "Not strenuous, merely... Important. To be an acolyte is an important role, especially one by your side so closely."

Hestia seemed to ponder on his words before nodding and retreating from the window. She approached some comfortable seating not far from her. It was a large, cushioned chair fitting for someone of her stature and size. Another chair was coupled with it, and the pair were positioned at a dainty table.

Naturally, Lucas had spent a fair amount of time around Hestia, but her approach reminded him of just how tall she was. Hestia towered over Lucas, at least four heads taller. His eyes only came up to her navel, making any sort of talk a slightly imposing one. Hestia sat down and immediately presented the other seat to Lucas, which he took without question. Even comfortably sitting next to her, Lucas still felt small.

"Then, I am glad you are here by my side." Hestia tilted her head, eyes slightly narrowing as her smile widened. "So closely."

"I am honored to have your gratitude," Lucas replied.

"The enjoyment below is almost infectious, wouldn't you agree? The dazzling attractions and joyous masses. Even now I can hear some of their song and dance."

Lucas tried to listen closely for a moment, but up here in her abode, he couldn't make out a thing. He wasn't sure if Hestia was exaggerating for effect or her status as a magical being provided her with some impressive hearing. All the same, he nodded, not wanting to disappoint her.

"You've been there before, haven't you, Lucas?" she asked.

"Many a time. It's admittedly more exciting as a child, but it has its charms even as an adult." He eased back into the seat, thinking back. "The candied treats, the impressive carousel... Ah, the small sparklers they handed out. I think my favorites were those made of, I believe, metal shavings to make them glow all sorts of different colors. Perhaps just the liveliness of it all is the best part. Knowing everyone is there simply to enjoy themselves."

"You seem awfully nostalgic for that time," Hestia said.

"I suppose it represents a more carefree life, but I set that aside for this."

"Carefree." Hestia leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and letting her impressive dress drape over itself. "Not an aspect of existence I am innately familiar with." She looked more directly at Lucas, gaze meeting his. "You make this festival seem so charming. It certainly is from a distance, in this palace so far away from the enjoyment." Hestia raised a hand and gently motioned toward the window, as if exaggerating the distance.

"You've indulged in it, haven't you? Your role is most important of all to signify the coming of spring, with the lighting of the bonfire."

"Alas, I am not so fortunate as to settle into the pleasures of the festival. The others of our church find it to be a worrisome prospect, out and about, unsupervised. It pains me to see them worry, so I follow their word and move as I am approved."

Lucas pursed his lips for a moment before looking out toward the window.

"Something amiss, Lucas?" she asked.

He snapped back to his goddess. "It just doesn't seem right that you shouldn't be allowed to enjoy yourself. You an important soul, but a soul nonetheless. Even the most important of spirits deserve their relaxation and enjoyment."

"Is that so?" She hummed. "I quite like that idea. Not that the others would share it."

Then, why shouldn't she be able to enjoy the festival? Hestia was crowning jewel of the celebration, she should be able to do whatever she pleased. Though, it would have been somewhat unruly to simply bring a demigoddess into the public and disturb them. The citizens may have adored her, but that didn't mean they wouldn't be in awe of her presence. Hestia was incredibly powerful, she must have been capable of wielding a sort of polymorphic magic. Physical or illusory. He lightly nodded to himself.

"Lucas?"

"I was simply thinking that... if you truly wanted to, I could accompany you to the town below. You could simply don a disguise that would avert attention. A magical illusion of sorts."

Hestia folded her hands together. "You would do that for me? It seems awfully dangerous to your position."

"My devotion is to you, not to them. If you wanted to follow through, I would not hesitate for a moment to follow."

"Are you certain about that? Not to call into question your devotion, rather, I would not want you to lose what you had worked so hard for." Hestia smiled. "There will always be plenty more festivals for me to participate in." She looked at the window again, her smile flattening. "Yet this one seemed so particularly joyous."

"My lady, if you would have me on this trip, I would be more than glad to accompany you. The church be damned." Lucas froze upon saying that, then meekly raised a placating hand. "Um, you understand my meaning. Not quite literally."

Hestia chuckled, instantly warming the human's nerves. "Yes, I understand. You don't mean to blaspheme. I suppose a short trip outside would do the feathers wonders, wouldn't you say? But you are indeed correct about a disguise. What would you recommend?"

The question was so obvious, but the moment Lucas thought about it, it threw him off. It was essentially asking what he sought most in a woman's appearance. He would have to approach it carefully.

"Something with less... vibrant plumage and shorter, I suppose? I imagine you would still want to appear as an avian, since your beak suits you."

A gentle hand came up to Hestia's beak as she felt it. "Yes, it suits me nicely. I find it elegant." Her hands bore soft scales that went a ways up her forearm. Each finger was adorned by a sharp claw, adding some ferocity to her beauty. Her smile returned, perhaps a little too much. "I know precisely how to settle this. Come now, acolyte, there is a special place not many have seen." Hestia stood up and approached a more far off door.

Lucas, not wanting to lag behind, quickly followed. His thoughts were already swelling with pride. What was the room? Some sort of special ritual area? Perhaps something that held great value to Hestia herself. Something fantastical, surely.

The door was just as grand but unassuming as every other one in this palace, but having never seen behind it gave it much allure. Hestia opened the way and stepped inside, beckoning Lucas in. It was narrow and long, retaining a high ceiling, too. Flickering orbs hanging from above lit the way. He was in awe before he realized that the walls were adorned with clothes, and smaller cabinets held shoes. It was a closet. Hestia excitedly jaunted down the path all the same, the tail plumage that adorned her backside bouncing with each step.

It was hard not to smile at the clear excitement that Hestia was taking in this. Lucas had to wonder what a closet was doing here, but he supposed the previous lounging area was a good place to prepare for any official appearances. He was surprised at all the clothing she had accrued. Some quite gaudy for the more over the top celebrations, adorned with gold and other jewels. Hestia's current dress was incredibly tame by comparison, simply showing the contrast of day and night, symbolizing the equinox. Should he have really been in here? It seemed so private.

Hestia turned toward a closet, then stepped inside. Lucas didn't have much choice except to wait outside, occasionally looking around for any other acolytes that might see him. It didn't feel exactly right to be in here. Intimate was the polite word. Perverted was another.

Suddenly, the closet opened again, but it wasn't Hestia stepping out. At least, it didn't look like her. A shorter avian appeared before Lucas, sporting duller feathers and a simple white dress. Rather than a fiery orange, she was more of a light red, giving her an elegant but less decidedly magical look.

"Is this appropriate subtlety?" she asked. Her voice was the same, still commanding some adoration. Though, it was notable that she had put on more jewelry. Now she seemed more like a noble.

"I'm not sure jewelry conveys subtlety, my lady," Lucas replied.

"Oh, but I do so like these." It was strange hearing that voice come from someone so different. "And I've been wanting to show them off for quite some time!"

Lucas eventually nodded. "I suppose you could portray yourself as a grand noble, then. Quite fitting for you."

"Thank you. I suppose I'm ready, then! Let's get going."

"Isn't that a bit premature?"

"Yes, perhaps you're right. I should try some other clothes before entering the festival. If I'm going to be seen, I would like to look my best." She slipped back into the closet.

Lucas opened his mouth again, thinking if he should correct himself. His concern was more telling someone that she was going out to do something. While he would always stay by her side, he didn't exactly want to be seen as a kidnapper. He simply waited patiently for his demigoddess to return, thinking about just how far in that closet extended.

After a few minutes more, Hestia did indeed appear again. This time, she chose something black, really making her feathers pop. Small patterns had been sewn into it, resembling tree branches and flowers. That almost seemed more appropriate for the equinox than the other dress. A blue stone hung from her neck. Lucas found himself staring longer than he wanted to.

"I will take your gaze as agreement that this suits me best," she said.

"Yes," he said instantly. "You look wonderful." Was that the right thing to say?

"Shall we be going, then?"

"Don't you want to leave behind a note or..." That was dumb. "Something to tell the others that you've departed?"

"They won't be bothering me until the climax of it all. That should give plenty of time for us to enjoy ourselves."

That one word was enough to make Lucas pause. "Ourselves." Yes, he supposed he would be spending his time enjoying himself with her. It seemed improper, but it wasn't as though there were some sort of ruling against casual time with Hestia. Not that he would exactly listen to one at this point.

"Only a shame I don't have something to adorn you with," she said. "You must get tired of those clothes eventually, don't you?"

Lucas looked down at his clothes. He wore a very official looking jacket, with buttons running up the side of a flap that extended over his torso. Perhaps it was a bit tight, but he had always liked the look of it. "I think it would provide you some extra protection. Causing a ruckus with an acolyte would hardly be appropriate."

"Still... Perhaps we can buy you something nice at the festival." She smiled and approached him, quickly joining arms with him.

Lucas's heart hammered. Maybe he had to admit his adoration for Hestia wasn't entirely rooted within religious practice. She was an important part of his world, and had displayed so many fantastical feats of magic that kept these lands flourishing. But, maybe some more primal part of him had steered that fascination. Lucas shoved those thoughts aside. She was his leader, and could be nothing less.

"You have my word that I will protect you with every fiber of my being," he said. Mostly for himself.

"And you have my word that I will do the same," Hestia replied. "Come now, no need to be so dour. This is a time of celebration."

Lucas nodded.

The two went about their way, though Lucas felt a pang of worry with every step out of the grand palace. None of the other acolytes paid him or the transformed Hestia any mind. Was it so simple? Nobles certainly spent their time here, paying their exorbitant tithes and enjoying themselves, but it felt too easy to whisk Hestia away. He was likely just overthinking it all, with fear and embarrassment simmering on his thoughts.

It felt like an eternity before the two were outside, in the courtyard that preceded the road to the city. The cool air was a welcome relief on his face, and made some of Hestia's feathers pick up in the breeze. Even without the grandeur of her regular size, she maintained an atmosphere of prominence and elegance.

"The carriage won't be arriving until later, for the official portion of my trip, so I'm afraid we'll have to walk," she said.

"I'm happy to continue like this," he replied.

Hestia slightly tightened her arm around his. "Is that so?"

"I can..." Quickly now, think of something. "Best keep you safe like this, I would imagine. Quickly move and all."

"I do hope you intend to let me breathe at least a little."

"Ah, yes, pardon." Lucas loosened his arm, only for Hestia to tighten it again.

"Metaphorically, my dear follower. I am capable of protecting myself."

"You shouldn't have to bother. That is one of the many duties your followers have to uphold."

"Very well. I'll leave that to you when the time comes."

Hestia tugged Lucas along through the courtyard. It was as pristine as ever, with a stone path carving straight through a manicured lawn and arranged flower beds. A triumphant fountain sat in the middle, the road directing the two of them around it. Lucas occasionally glanced at Hestia. She still seemed enamored with the idea of going out casually, perhaps too much. This might have been a bad idea, but she seemed so happy. A few acolytes were tending to the plantlife, keeping it healthy and verdant. They hardly gave the pair any mind as they walked past.

"It's much nicer to walk freely, without a study of my every move," she said. "The flowers seem to be so much brighter without the shadow of a crowd looming over them."

"The flowers are eager to display. It really seems as though spring will be quite beautiful this year."

"That I will make certain of." Hestia giggled.

The courtyard eventually gave way to a winding brick road that led toward the city. Here, Lucas could hear the distant music echo outward, and the rumbling of an excited crowd. Hestia hurried her step the moment they were on that path.

"That sound is so intoxicating. A siren's call toward overindulgence," Hestia said.

"Is that a bad thing?" Lucas asked.

"Nothing wrong with overindulgence in moderation." She smiled, clearly understanding the paradox. "All of the city folk deserve it, the work they toiled with in the winter will give way to a relaxed spring." Her tone had grown softer. "It's a delight to know they can celebrate even after the chill of the world grasped them so intently."

"You were there, warming them during that time," Lucas replied.

"Sometimes it's hard to grasp what my presence brings. At times it seems so distant."

"That is precisely why the acolytes are here, to remind you of the work that you perform and give back what we can."

"Then consider this trip part of that repayment," she said. "Your debt paid in full."

"That hardly seems like proper recompense for--"

"Your goddess has spoken, dear Lucas, there is nothing more to discuss." She placed a finger to his lips. Hestia's gait slowed. "Isn't that right?"

Lucas nodded.

"Good." Her finger moved away. "I would consider joining the festival recompense in itself, being able to indulge in both the joy and produce of the peoples."

The city drew closer, growing all the louder. Lucas could already see the vestiges where civilization started proper, with a few stands already set out to draw in whatever happy, tired soul was winding down from the core of excitement in the city center.

Already, the pair were drawing eyes. The stony street was populated but not quite busy, with a sparse few people walking to and from the center. The food vendors were more politely hawking their goods.

Lucas hadn't really taken into account that it was slightly odd that an acolyte such as himself would have a woman on his arm. No one would fault him for having a significant other, but moreso that they might think it a bit amusing that he would chase a feathered woman when he was dedicated to one in worship. Best not to think about that.

Cries of candied apples, freshly cooked meats, and whatever produce could be carted out onto the road all came their way. It was just the simple foods for now, those that simply wanted to make a quick coin out of everything.

"I'm not famished just yet, but I will say some of these treats do look appealing," Hestia said. "I hope you brought a great deal of coin with you."

"You haven't?" he asked reflexively.

"And what would such a prominent figure who receives everything she could possibly need be doing with riches in her pocket?" Hestia tittered.

"That makes sense, apologies."

"You needn't apologize. Consider me a regular woman in this moment. You would want to impress me with your well earned money, wouldn't you?" Hestia paused. "You have a sizable amount, I imagine?"

"It became my habit to carry a decent share of it after I started as the errand boy. Leaving the grounds without money would be poor form." Lucas patted his pant pocket.

"Good, I would hate to imagine that your work has left you without a coin to your name."

Before Lucas could reply, a new voice rang out.

"A free sample to all passerby! Meat jellies!"

"It's been quite a time since I had a jelly, Lucas. How about you?" Hestia asked.

"I'm not sure I ever had. They must be truly excited for spring if they're willing to give up fresh meat treats like that."

"And that is the repayment I like best."

Hestia tugged Lucas along to the cart, where an attendant was there setting out the wobbly chunks of food.

"Fresh, fresh as can be," the stallman said, proudly patting the cart's counter. "All wonderful bountiful gifts of our country's hearth, the sun's warmth herself." He was an avian similar to Hestia, just with a shiny, blue plumage to him. His voice was gruff but cheery.

It wasn't the most appetizing meal. A reddish, jiggly thing with some chunks in it.

"And you said it's free?" Lucas asked.

"Come on, now," the attendant said, "not something you say in front of the fine lady! Money is no object with her."

Hestia chuckled.

"Ah, yes, I suppose that would be more appropriate. Two for us, then," Lucas replied.

"Have your pick! There'll be two more after that, I'm sure. Go on, go on."

The pair plucked out their choice of treat. Lucas bit into it, finding it appropriately meaty but far too cold for his tastes. Hestia, meanwhile, picked and poked at her treat. It was dainty at first before she gobbled the whole thing down, adding a pleased hum after.

"Two more it is," Hestia said.

"There we go, there we go! Knew you were of fine blood when I saw you," the attendant replied.

Lucas fished out some coins and placed them on the table. His first payment of the day. The attendant grabbed all but one, sliding it back to him.

"My treat to you," he said. "Make her happy today, eh?"

"Oh, yes, thank you very much." Lucas took back the coin. It wasn't much but he supposed it was a nice gesture.

Hestia took two more of the cubes, then downed them easily, wasting no time simply swallowing them. She nodded.

"Another two, then, is it?" the attendant asked.

"No, thank you, that will be more than fine. I have plenty of more to sample today, don't I?" Hestia replied. "Best not to ruin by setting the bar so high with these."

"Good sense. Keep this one tightly around your arm, young man." The attendant snorted. "If you can keep your love between the hearth herself and your lady friend balanced, that is. No scorn from either, you hear?"

"I'll make sure to keep that in mind, sir, thank you," Lucas replied with a smile.

"That's what they all say." He laughed. "See you after the festivities, then!"

"Of course, thank you very much for your treats," Hestia replied.

And just like that, they were off again, with Hestia leading the charge. She continued to chuckle to herself.

"What's so amusing, my lady?" Lucas asked.

"I was just thinking, you would have no trouble with that little quandary today, will you? No need to worry about balancing your devotion when I am your date, after all." She fluttered her eyes and laughed again.

"I suppose not. Though, I think there is still a level of proper behavior to take," he said.

"Come now, Lucas, it was a joke. And as I said, treat me as any other girl. You should be here to enjoy yourself with me, not to fret over every thought that passes through my mind."

"Right, yes."

"Consider it an order to enjoy yourself, hm? I like to avoid abusing my power, but extreme situations call for extreme measures."

Lucas smiled, then burst into a chuckle. "Yes, my lady, I will follow your word."

"Are you truly going to keep using that title with me?"

"What would you prefer?"

"I do have a name, after all."

"But you are attempting to keep some level of anonymity."

"Lucas, do you know how many children I've seen in my time that bear my name? It would be stranger for an avian of my complexion to be named anything other than Hestia."

"Hestia it is, then."

It felt odd to say it like that, so casually. It was more like she was a random associate than the very thing he had dedicated his life to worshipping. Not a blasphemy to say it like that, was it? Well, Lucas supposed it wouldn't be if she had so explicitly requested it.

"Hm, for a moment there you turned so red that you put my own plumage to shame," Hestia said.

Lucas's smile widened as embarrassment gripped him more. "Pardon me."

"Remember, I am a mere lady. The mindset would do you well to keep my secret."

"Right. Then shall we partake in more of the festival? The more exciting displays should be up ahead. I think you'll enjoy the taffy in particular, should we reach it before it's gone."

"Lead the way, then, dear Lucas."

The further they went in, the more the energy of the city flowed through them. More carts, new displays, performers on the streets. Everything was alive. It was almost like stepping into a new world, as the buildings themselves had also been adorned with all sorts of glittery baubles and sparkly banners. Hestia's head swiveled every which way, seemingly matching Lucas's own at times. It was good they were held so closely together, as Hestia might have been swept away into the crowd at any moment.

"I'm surprised you haven't worn yourself out," Hestia said over the crowd.

"What do you mean? We've barely started," Lucas replied.

"Still, this excitement is overwhelming!"

"Would you like to go elsewhere?"

"Not at all! Show me more, Lucas."

Lucas wormed his way through the crowd with Hestia tightly by his side. He managed to push into a more cordoned path of buildings. They were exactly where he had remembered them. There was a row of games here, from the simple ring toss to the weight pulley. A few games of chance were mixed in, the less favorable but still amusing variety. Quite a few of them had a set of prizes to win as well. Nothing fancy for a stall game, but still a treat to enjoy.

"Ah, I assume this is your favorite part of it all?" Hestia asked.

"Well, it's slightly more relaxed than the rest of the festival. Plus, not many chances to impress with how good one is with a thrown ball, is there?"

"You never struck me as the hurling type," Hestia replied. "More of an elegant sword fighter."

"I find I'm quite good at hurling, though it's been a few years since I've tried these games in particular."

At the moment, small groups had already taken up their place in front of each game, leaving little space for a new player to wait in line. Hestia seemed to catch onto that and pointed to a nearby bench, where the two of them relaxed. Lucas hadn't realized just how much walking they had done until he eased down onto the aged wood.

Hestia stared on at the games, gaze slowly drifting between each one.

"Are you interested in trying a game? I could wait for you," Lucas asked.

"No. Well, yes, I am interested, but not so much that I would subject you to waiting within that crowd." Hestia's smile grew soft. "It's simply nice to see all of the city dwellers enjoy themselves. To get a close view like this. See how many different souls are eager for a chance to have a bit of fun, all spurred on by some of my work."

"What about the official processions at the palace?"

"I appreciate those as well, but there's a certain... seriousness that pervades them. They're doing it out of ritual and tradition, not out of some direct enjoyment. Some, perhaps, but not all. Here I can see all of them live. There's no worry in their eyes if their sacrifice is enough, or if they've displeased me by not following an obtuse code of manners."

"You could easily tell them that, couldn't you? I'm certain many would be relieved to hear it," Lucas replied.

"I could, but there is an image I have to portray. What would a figure like me be without some grandiosity? I enjoy some of the awe that comes with it, but it needs to be maintained so that everyone works diligently, and that those who would see my fair country fail do not see me as weak."

Lucas paused, looking into Hestia's eyes. He hadn't realized some of the weight that the simple ceremonies carried. Hestia likely had to follow her own set of guidelines to be seen as the magical, near deity-like figure that she had to carry herself as.

Hestia looked at Lucas. "If I recall, the first time you saw me in-person was during one of those ceremonies. Son of a rancher come to deliver the finest produce."

"Up so close, yes, that was the first time. I'm surprised you remember it. You've seen thousands of offerings, I'm sure. Especially from humans such as myself."

"How could I not remember you? There was a shiver in your step, but you seemed so determined, as if the fate of the world hinged on how much I enjoyed the milk delivered from your homestead. You also wore an old war uniform."

Lucas smiled. "My father insisted I wear something formal, and that was all we really had at the time." He nodded. "The world did sort of hinge on that at the time. I had wanted that year to be as fruitful as all the others."

"And at any point did you believe that I might not command the heavens themselves to bear down lovingly on your lands?"

He thought on it a moment. "I suppose I was unsure. It didn't seem like you would deny us that, but I wouldn't dare take that chance."

"Precisely. A careful balance. I may assist the crops along, but it is you,"--she looked at the crowd--"and them, that make this country and city prosper. Those who put the hours of precious life into arduous work."

Lucas drew his eyes over toward all those cheerful people. All varieties of species happily participating in this celebration of work. It was hard to truly grasp the scale of how much Hestia had seen over the years, and all of these people were her reminder of why she continued on with her task. Surely, all the riches that came with it were a bonus, but clearly not what she desired.

Leaning back, Hestia eased against Lucas's side. The two watched on. Her gaze never left the crowd in all the time that they rested there. Hestia's head came to rest on his shoulder. Lucas wanted to more closely embrace her, and despite her orders to treat her like a woman, he couldn't bring himself to ease his arm around her.

Still, Lucas enjoyed the soft of her feathers when they brushed up against him, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. It took him a while to find those gentle breaths amid the soundscape, but he eventually zeroed in on it. Odd to think that Hestia could ever be at rest. It was good that she could, all the same.

"I think I've come to a conclusion, Lucas," Hestia said.

"What might that be?" he replied.

"You make an excellent pillow."

"I'll add it to my many positives."

"A list such as that must be absolutely overflowing."

"Modesty is among them as well."

"I'm certain."

The two shared a laugh.

Despite all the excitement, it was nice to let the minutes pass by like this. Hestia likely had never done this with anyone else. It seemed so strange that he was the one chosen. He did suggest this little getaway, but he was the newest servant, what qualified him to be her protectorate on this delicate trip?

Eventually, one of the stalls had cleared up enough for Hestia to take notice. She sat upright and pointed over at it. Lucas nodded, though he hardly needed to agree when she was already pulling on his arm. The game they approached was as simple as it could be, and thankfully one that Lucas was decent at and had boasted about. The art of throwing a ball.

The stallman was loudly yelling, announcing every hit or miss and cheering on any one who would walk by to join for a go. He was a boisterous human, and clearly had lungs finely crafted for his work.

"The monk or the noble? Who goes first? Set your coins and play! Have a shot!" he said, pointing at the two of them.

Lucas furrowed a brow upon being called a "monk". Not entirely off the mark. Without warning, Hestia reached into Lucas's pocket and slammed a few coins on the table before swiping one of the balls off the table. There was a spark of embarrassment feeling her hand so close to him like that.

"Noble with the tight purse going first! Go on, have a throw! Any target! Hit five and win a prize! Easy! Simple!"

"Should be easy for the mighty Hestia," she said, leaning over to Lucas. "Watch now."

Ahead were rows of transparent jars, filled to the brim with sand. They were sat on shelves with no backing behind them, allowing them to fall behind the entire thing if struck hard enough. A tired attendant was setting up the last of the jars before hurrying out of firing range.

"Hit with all your might, all your strength!"

That might not have been the best suggestion. Lucas had no idea how strong Hestia was in that form, or in her regular form, really. He watched on with slight worry as the phoenix wound up her arm and flung the ball. It rocketed forward and struck one of the jars, with it loudly clattering to the floor. There was a cheer and Lucas clapped, slightly relieved it didn't shatter into a million pieces.

"One down, two to go. Have your next shots!"

Hestia threw the next one, easily nailing the middle of it and sending it down. Lucas continued clapping.

"One more, folks, look at the arm on that lady! Impressive work!"

The next ball glanced off the side, sending the jar dangerously close at the edge of the shelf, but not quite off it. There was a "ooh" from the crowd, but still a round of cheers. Hestia snapped her fingers, then giggled.

"Almost, almost. Alright, had you chance. Is the monk having a go? Come on, impress your lady friend. Another few coins. You can pony up that much, can't you? Just a few more coins and win a prize."

Hestia smiled at Lucas, then motioned over to the showman. He nodded and set down some coins. He picked up a ball, feeling a sudden weight settle on his shoulders. Not only did he have to impress a lady, he had to impress a goddess. Lucas's grip tightened on the ball. He just had to boast, didn't he? The attendant scooped up the jars and now everything was back in play.

As Hestia looked on, Lucas felt as though he wasn't being scrutinized, but more admired. Maybe that was just a trick of his mind, or a desire. How could he not desire that? His inner masculinity was goading him on now, he couldn't disappoint.

A well aimed throw knocked down the first jar with no issue. Lucas picked up the next one as the game master yelled some half joke-half cheer. He wasn't paying too much attention on anything except the rows of targets and Hestia's sizzling gaze.

The next throw seemed slightly off center. Lucas felt his arm twist a little too hard with that one. He was overcompensating. Relax. Another roar of sound rang around Lucas, reminding him of how many other eyes were on him. He grabbed the next ball, feeling it was slightly off from the others. Likely just cheap workmanship than any sort of attempt at cheating the game, he could still pull it off.

With a hard throw, Lucas sent the careening toward the shelves. The ball collided with one of the jars and sent it spinning. The thing teetered on the edge before finally falling off and crashing into the ground. There was another round of cheers and Hestia applauded him before giving him a pat on the back.

"That's it, folks, another winner at our game! Move on to the winner's stand, young acolyte. Don't let those prizes dazzle you and break your faith, now! Go on! Next player, come on up! Take your chances!"

Lucas was positively beaming, a lightness overcoming him as he was herded over to the next part of the stall, both by the sea of people behind him and Hestia pulling him forward. Another attendant was there, pointing backward at a variety of knickknacks and toys. Notably more childish rewards, not exactly fitting for Hestia.

"Take your pick," he said.

"So many choices to be had," Hestia said. She tapped her beak, looking at the variety of rewards. She glanced back, then forward again. "How about that one?" The phoenix had pointed out a stuffed bear.

Without a word, the attendant quickly took the plush, then handed it over. Just as Lucas was feeling a swell of pride, Hestia turned and handed that off to a child who had been staring off at the prizes with wide eyes. They immediately hugged the thing, squeezing it tightly as the parents lauded her. Pride had turned to a comfort. Admittedly, he slightly deflated upon realizing she wouldn't keep it, but frankly, this was the better option.

Lucas smiled at her as Hestia returned to his side.

"Even during my brief reprieve, I have to constantly provide," she said. "That is my calling, after all."

"I don't suppose you would care for another game to provide with, then?" he asked.

"You've displayed your skills more than enough, Lucas. I am impressed."

"Am I so easily read?"

"No, that's simply a fact shared among men."

Lucas nodded. "I am a man beneath the cloth, after all." He paused, wondering if he should rephrase that. "In any case, there's more to see."

"Then let us go, before all of the festival is whisked away."

Hestia gave a parting wave to the family and child. Lucas decided to do the same, some of that pride returning when he realized his work still went to someone else. They left that quieter partition, back into the roar of the crowd.

"I'm curious," Lucas said, voice raised over the noise.

"About what, dear Lucas?" Hestia replied.

"Did you hold yourself back at all for the game?"

"I simply applied as much force as I figured would be reasonable for a shape like this. Why do you ask? Worried that you would be outperformed by your goddess?"

"Perhaps a little."

"Not to worry, I leave fair games in your domain, Lucas."

"You are truly generous."

"Aren't I?" Hestia smiled.

Slipping back into the crowd was loud, but welcoming. In fact, it seemed like Hestia was most at peace here. She didn't move with the energy of everything, rather, she glided through it. The experience was almost surreal. Lucas didn't have to worm his way through, trying to work his way around bodies. He clung to Hestia and drifted through it all.

They moved past all varieties of street performers, from the humble juggler up to the stiltwalkers towering over them. Hestia would occasionally pause to watch them, giving them a cheerful clap of approval before moving on. Then, maybe, a coin or two if they had a collection bucket. Of note were a few rare folks who seemed to be practicing a very rudimentary level of magic. It only went as far as levitation or lighting candles with a flick of the hand. Those dazzled the crowds all the same.

Hestia brought the both of them to a stop in front of one of the magicians, some flavor of reptile, rolling around a floating ball of water, allowing the crowd to reach out and touch it. She reached out to grace it, humming with delight as it passed by.

"There will come a time where this whole arrangement between I and my people will be unnecessary," she said, still looking at the magician. "You'll have extensively researched magic to a science, and can control your world as you see fit."

Lucas watched her gaze soften. He brought his hand up to her arm, gently rubbing it. "We would still need you for guidance. The very first one to show us the majesty of the arcane. Who else could we look to for that?"

"Yourselves, in time."

"Time comes for everything, and it will be a while longer still before we have the knowledge to wield it appropriately."

"Some might say you're trying to keep your job," Hestia said. It was a joke, but it seemed more morose. "But I think you speak the truth."

"Come, time hasn't taken this celebration away from us yet. We may continue."

"One more touch of magic, if you will." Her soft expression turned sly as she looked toward a tent.

It was a strange thing, placed along the many stalls and sticking out sorely, but there was no line of people or even a curious soul peeking in. A simple board in front of it was advertising some clairvoyancy, peers into the future. No wonder.

"Are you certain?" Lucas asked.

"Not often I get to have my future foretold," Hestia replied.

Hestia dragged Lucas on in, finding a fairly plain looking human woman sitting behind a small table. She didn't quite evoke the mystic look, though she did have a touch of auburn hair which was pretty. A chair was sat in front of her for any prospective customers. Her eyes widened upon seeing the pair.

"I haven't done anything wrong," said the woman. "I ask for no harassment."

"I'm not here to ruin your business, ma'am," Lucas said.

"A glimpse into the future is not heretical!"

"It isn't, I just find it to be impossible."

"Then we'll simply have to put that to the test, won't we?" Hestia said. She sat down. "Lucas won't bother you, I'm certain of it."

That was his order to stay out of it. The clairvoyant looked at Lucas, then back at Hestia. The thought of her trying to pry into the future of such an important figure bothered him immensely. It was impossible, everyone knew it was impossible, but these tricks persisted.

"Why have you brought an acolyte here?" the woman asked.

"Lucas is my date for the day," Hestia replied. "I want to bring him everywhere."

"I am surprised he is willing to abandon his goddess for you."

"He would never."

Lucas pursed his lips.

"Now," Hestia started, "how do we go about doing this? I assume a form of palm reading?"

"Something of that sort. It will be difficult due to your avian form, but I am still capable of telling much. All I ask is for a few coins."

Holding back a sigh, Lucas fished out some coins and handed it over to the woman. The transaction stung. He reminded himself that it was to make Hestia happy. The fortune teller immediately nabbed the coins and pocketed them before gently presenting her palm. Hestia returned the gesture by presenting her hand, then the trickery began.

Slowly, the clairvoyant pressed her fingers gently into Hestia's palm, running over the scales and ridges. She closed her eyes for a moment as she worked, maybe to add some sort of mystique to it all. Hestia seemed more serious than amused, as she should have been. She couldn't have really thought this was genuine, right?

"Much prosperity is in your future..." Her head tilted, eyelids tightening. "Through magical power."

"Is that so?"

"Many will laud you, for certain. Others remain skeptical but thankful all the same."

That sounded about right, but that could've been casually applied to anyone willing to buy into these honeyed words. Anyone would wish to be in Hestia's position, what better way to get a taste of it than to have a clairvoyant act as though it'll be real.

"That seems a positive to me," Hestia said.

"Something about your current skin is... wrong, and you'll shed it into something greater soon."

Lucas furrowed his brow.

"I quite like this skin, so perhaps I'll forego that."

"It will be necessary."

"How so?"

"I'm uncertain, but your hand will be forced."

Lucas considered speaking up, but didn't dare interrupt Hestia's enjoyment. She continued to rattle off some random, vague wording. All of it had a grandiose nature to it, no doubt the words of someone who wanted a satisfied customer. Eventually, the reader pulled away, nodding. Hestia flexed her hand and returned the nod.

"Thank you for your time," Hestia said. "It was quite entertaining."

The clairvoyant looked at her briefly. "Likewise." She briefly traded glances with Lucas. "And thank you as well for the contribution."

"Certainly," Lucas said.

Hestia and Lucas departed, already arm in arm again. They slithered through the crowd without issue.

"Do you believe in that clairvoyance?" Lucas asked, already raising his voice to match the crowd.

"Telling the future is a tricky prospect, Lucas."

"So it's possible, then."

"Many things are possible with magic. The only issue is that the future is in a constant flux. Grabbing onto one little thread of fate is as difficult as grabbing onto the wind. You should consider some of its legitimacy."

"It's oft merely a parlor trick, an affront to magic and to..."

"Myself?" Hestia asked.

"To a degree, yes."

"I am not insulted, nor do you have to be insulted on my behalf. I think much of what she said is true, don't you? I'll have to shed this form, eventually."

"Most people would like to believe they could become something greater, just by someone else telling them that it'll happen."

"What if I were to say something wonderful will happen to you? Would you believe it?"

"Certainly. I trust you and your word."

"Then hold me to my word, Lucas." She smiled. "I think something wonderful is in your future. And that fortune is entirely free of charge."

"I'm glad to receive a gift such as that."

_

The sun had crawled across the sky, now midday. There were still hours more of fun to be had, and while Lucas grew slightly weary of all the energy, Hestia kept pushing on, trying other foods, seeing other displays, and generally enjoying herself.

"Where are my manners?" Hestia said. "We should let you rest."

"I'm fine, still happy to entertain you in any of your desires," Lucas replied.

"How could you guard me if you grow tired? You should have asked to stop at some point."

"And halt your enjoyment?"

"You are very much part of that enjoyment, Lucas." Hestia stepped out in front of him, stopping him. She grabbed both of his hands. "Let us briefly retire. Anywhere you like. Go on, choose."

At first, Lucas didn't hear the request. He was focused on how both of her hands felt on his. The fine, avian scales felt so smooth against his fingers, and the sharp talons teased against his skin. She was so very imposing and gentle in such a casual touch. He managed to pry his eyes away from her and glance off to another direction.

Through his brief daze, Lucas managed to faintly recall a tavern not far from here, if he was correct. It was hard to tell the location of things with all the decorations throwing off his memory of it all. He nodded toward the potential locale.

"Keeping it a secret, are we?" Hestia asked.

"No, no... Just..." It was hard to talk, that was all. "I had forgotten the name, but it serves a fine drink."

"Of course, a fine refreshment should do you wonders."

Rather than let himself be pulled along by Hestia, Lucas did the leading this time. It was a strange change of pace, but not an unwelcome one. Directing his object of worship so easily was a stark contrast to how she should've been treated. Lucas reminded himself that Hestia was a woman in this moment. It was going to be hard to shake that feeling after all of this was over. He glanced back at her, finding a warm smile greeting him. It would be difficult to separate that kind visage from the goddess. Though, maybe he shouldn't.

The tavern itself was nothing particularly stand out. While the exterior had been decorated to the city's content, the interior was just as wooden and sleepy as ever. It might have served a nice reprieve from the explosion of energy outside, and Lucas found himself relaxing a little in its reserved embrace.

"I would hope a promising acolyte such as yourself wouldn't frequent a place like this," Hestia said. No longer did she have to raise her voice, as the interior was more of a subdued chatter.

"It's not as though we're above enjoyment. We're not humorless monks, after all." Lucas nodded to the massive cork barrels behind the bartender. "The drink comes from the enchantment of our crops, after all. I wouldn't dare deny myself any blessings of our phoenix."

"Here, here," another man said from a nearby table, raising a mug.

"Yes, I can see how blessings are in all things, surely," Hestia replied.

The wooden upholstery and candle lighting gave the tavern a comfortable feeling. In the center, a small square for performances and dance. Outside of that, tables littered the area with various amounts of patrons in states of alcoholic stupor. Off to the side, the ever vigilant tender surveyed his domain of alcohol, giving a nod to the new pair.

"Then, you tell me what drink is befitting of my stature," Hestia said.

"I'm not exactly a purveyor of alcohol," Lucas replied. "Not certain how well I'd do."

They moved over to the bartender, where he sized up Lucas and Hestia. He was a wolf, and an oddly tame looking one, too, especially for a tavern. He gave Lucas a wide smile as the pair settled onto bar stools.

"I think this is the first I've seen you bring a woman in with you," he said.

"My, he speaks as though you're a regular, Lucas," Hestia replied with a light chuckle.

"Not exactly a regular. Lucas is no stranger, either," the wolf said.

"Come now, I don't even know your name," Lucas said.

"Only because you're usually too drunk to recall it, I would wager."

"That carries some weight, yes..." Lucas shook his head. "In any case, we would like something to drink."

"I'm not exactly sure this is the establishment you bring a woman of her caliber to."

Hestia placed a hand on her chest. "I'm flattered. Still, I would love to patron your establishment."

"You mean, Lucas will patron for you," the wolf replied.

"Yes," Lucas nodded, "that's the running theme for the day." He rubbed his chin, looking at all the various bottles on display. The mundane, cheap liquors usually called out to him, so he had never let his eye wander. "I don't suppose you have a recommendation for a drink?"

"I suppose we have a fair few wines to select from."

"This is a new place, so I would like to have something new. Wine may as well be water in my life," Hestia replied.

"Something new." The wolf turned to look at the array of drinks. "I don't suppose you've had mead?"

"It's not been offered to me, no," Hestia replied.

"Really?" Lucas said.

"Well, it has a more 'common' flair to it, so I am never offered any. At least, that's my assumption."

Lucas couldn't help but shake his head. The idea that she had foregone the simplest pleasures because they were pedestrian was a bit silly. This whole plan of sneaking out was seeming better by the minute. Sometimes worse, but mostly better.

"Mead it is," Lucas said, sliding over enough coins for the both of them.

"Good choice," the wolf said. "Maybe not as expensive as I'd have liked, but still good. I'll have that out in a moment."

The two then turned to one another, with Hestia looking about the place. The flickering candlelight looked lovely on her plumage. While this form was a far cry from her usual magnificence, Lucas found himself looking on a little more than he would admit. Maybe this is what she would have been had she simply been a regular avian, rather than a leader and guardian of thousands of people. In some other time, in some other place, they could have been regular people together.

Lucas shifted his attention to the rest of the bar. Was it a sacrilege to think of Hestia in that way? It wasn't a perversion, just an infatuation. But to imply that she could be somehow on his level of existence, in any reality, felt like an insult. It was robbing her of her grandiosity, all of her achievements. Well, she was just a regular soul underneath all of that, wasn't she?

"Is something the matter, Lucas? You seemed almost pained there for an instant," Hestia said.

He opened his mouth. Lying to her was definitely sacrilege. Lucas pursed his lips. "I suppose I'm worried about how this is going." Bending the truth a little might not have been so bad. "Our trip."

"It seems to be going well." Hestia placed a hand on his shoulder. "You needn't worry about a thing, I'm enjoying myself greatly."

One might have found it amusing that those words and that touch only made Lucas worry even more. He supposed he should just be happy he could enjoy his time with her like this. One of the few living souls to see the casual side of Hestia.

Quietly, Lucas told himself to get over it. He wasn't the first person to fall for her, and he definitely wouldn't be the last. Easy enough to say, now he just had to put it into practice.

"You've never come here with another woman?" Hestia asked.

The question broke Lucas out of his mulling. "No," he replied.

"Why not?"

"It never seemed appropriate, even when I was trying my hand at courtship. Far more enjoyable and respectable locales to choose from."

"Oh, hush now, you don't want to insult the others, do you?" Hestia smiled. "I tease. It seems to have a nice area to dance about in."

"I'm not sure I've ever seen music performed here. Would be odd to dance with no backing, and have everyone stare you down. At least, I imagine it's not a very pleasing prospect to a woman. I certainly find it strange."

A clattering brought their attention back to the counter, where the wolf man had set the mugs. "Mead, with honey sourced from snowdrops."

"Delightfully fitting for the equinox. You have my thanks." Hestia took her mug. "I'm surprised there's enough to go around."

"It's not as though the patrons around here are... excited about the equinox festival. They're here to get away from the noise, after all."

"Ah, true. I suppose such a drink might promote bad feelings."

Lucas took his drink. "Thank you."

The wooden mug with its brownish drink clashed harshly with Hestia's pristine appearance with her black dress. Now Lucas had to worry she might make a mess. It was then that he noticed the mug had a little bent portion around its top to better funnel the drink into a beak.

"Well?" Lucas started. "I think you should taste first."

"Before the taste, I think we should have a toast."

"To what?"

"To you, Lucas." She leaned closer. "My treasured acolyte," she whispered, raising her mug.

That was no doubt done for the sake of privacy, but the tone stirred some more warm thoughts in Lucas's mind. He was beginning to think drinking alcohol wasn't a good idea. A slurring mouth spewing a runaway train of thought might damn him. No backing out now. Lucas raised his mug. The two brought their drinks together with a soft tap.

Hestia kept her gaze on Lucas for a second before bringing her mug to her beak, lightly biting on the funnel. She tilted her head back, then forward again, letting out a refreshed sigh.

"Fruitier than I had expected, and a fair amount of sweetness from the honey," Hestia said.

"Enjoyable, then?" Lucas replied.

"Certainly. I would prefer this to wine, I believe. Though, keep that between the both of us. I imagine quite a few vineyards might implode if word were to get out about that."

Lucas chuckled and nodded, sampling a bit of the drink himself. As fruity as she had said. He couldn't quite place what was used. The honey was blatant, at least, so he wasn't entirely blind to the taste. Lucas stopped himself short of smacking his lips before taking another drink.

"I wonder, what prompted you into joining the ring of servants?" Hestia shook her head, smiling. "Pardon, that's not a flattering title. I meant to say the holy order."

"It fits us nicely." Lucas thought on the question a moment, then shrugged.

"I would hope you put more thought into it than that. While it's not a full dedication lifestyle, it still brings with it many stipulations, such as those set by me."

"It was a fair recompense for all that had been done for me."

"And that's all?"

"Do I need much more of a reason?" Lucas took another sip. "Maybe I had thought the idea of farm work didn't exactly suit me."

"You were quite good at it based on your offerings."

"Nothing but heavy lifting and herding animals. Little else to it. I wasn't exactly flexing my mind in my work. This is much more fulfilling."

"Drinking with a woman?"

"As a job?" Lucas huffed in amusement. "Certainly." He shook his head. "Beyond that. In a way, it's something akin to the military, without all the violence, or the barking orders. A positive, essentially."

"Is that so?" Hestia asked. She tilted her head, almost as if scrutinizing his answer. "I think that's a noble reason to take up that mantle. If you don't find me saying that to be a little selfish."

"Hardly." Lucas glanced at the bartender just to make sure he wasn't eavesdropping. "Something tells me it wasn't you who decided to create such an order."

"Who can say? Such a thing has been lost to time. I dare not speak a word of it, lest I remove all the mystique behind it. Best to leave all of that to cryptic talk and hushed whispers." A smile tugged on the edge of her beak.

If Lucas had to guess, it was likely pushed upon Hestia. She seemed far too humble to ever want such a thing. The awe she inspired would have made anyone begin prostration. Then again, this side of her was new to Lucas. Perhaps new to everyone currently living. It was possible it was all a facade, wasn't it? Toying with him was certainly a way to pass the time at her age. It was hard to imagine it as anything but real, though.

"You'll have to petition the others to make mead," Hestia said. "This is almost like a candy."

"I'm certain I can do that. No doubt there's a beekeeper among our ranks. The rest simply has to fall into place." Lucas finished off his mug and set it back down.

"Craving a drink that badly?" Hestia asked.

"Just wanted to get through it quickly. Sitting around nursing a mug hardly does the spirit any good."

"Hm, yes, I'm in agreement." Again, Hestia bit onto the funnel and tipped her head back, loudly gulping down the drink until it was empty. She set the empty mug next to his. "Shall we dance, then?"

The question struck Lucas quite suddenly. It took a moment for his mind to catch up to the suggestion. He dumbly looked at the dancing floor in the middle before collecting himself and looking at Hestia again.

"Hardly... seems the appropriate..." Lucas started.

Hestia raised a brow and hummed.

Denying her now seemed ridiculous. What was he doing? Lucas's mind chastised him. Passing up on a chance for something so wonderful because of some embarrassment he might have. Childish. Lucas eventually nodded.

"I'm glad you agree." Hestia presented her hand, so very daintily. "Guide me, Lucas." Her voice had taken on a slightly huskier tone.

Lucas inwardly hoped her hearing was not so precise as to hear his heartbeat skip. He took up her hand, gently leading her to the floor. At least, that's what he thought he was heading toward. Lucas's eyes were far too focused on her calm gaze, the world seemingly melting away with all the reservations he had before. She was a woman in this moment, and perhaps, had always been.

The pair took their spot on the main stage and embraced one another. Lucas placed a hand on her hips, while the other grasped at her hand. A simple pose, but Hestia made no complaints. Her hand eased onto his shoulder, giving it a gentle rub.

Their dancing was awkward, and a little clumsy, but the two eventually settled into a decent cadence. Lucas automatically took up leading, which was likely more out of excitement than anything else. There was nowhere else to look except directly into Hestia's eyes as the two moved.

"Would you believe me if I said this was the first time I had danced with a partner?" Hestia said.

"I imagine it's difficult finding someone of your magnificence," Lucas replied.

"You mean my height."

"That certainly factors into it."

The two shared a chuckle, then continued their back and forth of a slow waltz. Lucas hadn't realized he was orchestrating music in his mind until she spoke. It was a tender piece that fit her elegance, or at least, that's what he thought. Music was beyond his ability, he was just playing a tune hopelessly and perhaps a little forlornly.

It was at this point that Lucas couldn't really deny the infatuation he was feeling for Hestia. Any further denial would have been ridiculous. A charming, funny woman who... yes, had practically the whole world in her hands, but was kind and beautiful and only sought what was best for others. That small bit of doubt in his mind lingered. Hestia was practically ancient, and this little turn of personality could be a facade for enjoyment. Lucas tried to relax his mind. He would focus on Hestia as he saw her, no more, no less.

"You seem tense, Lucas," Hestia said, massaging his shoulder. "Alcohol and dance are supposed to relieve both of those. You should know I have quite the experience of listening to troubles."

"The dance should help, don't you worry about me."

"You should know by now worrying is very much part of my life."

"Ah, but in this moment, you're a regular woman."

"Then, as your woman, Lucas, tell me your woes."

Hestia must have been doing this on purpose now. Funny how such simple phrasing could cause his skin to simmer. She must've known how those words could tug on his heart, right? Playing shy would do little when she already knew exactly what was going on, or at least a hint of it. He definitely wasn't the first to fall for her. Hestia's list of firsts must've filled quite some time ago.

"I don't quite think it's appropriate, even in our little play of man and woman," Lucas said.

Hestia's playful smile softened. "I suppose I'll leave it be, then. Just know that I am here and willing to listen to any woe. Especially when you've accompanied me on this trip."

"You've much more important things on your mind."

"What are a few more problems piled on top of the world at my shoulders?" Hestia shook her head. "I misspoke, your problems are not so minuscule as to be so easily dismissed. Much harder to speak when I lack my group of silver tongued orators practicing each word."

"I understand, I appreciate the concern. Those are some I can overcome myself. Can't rely on you for everything, now can I?"

"Hm, I suppose not. As much as I wish that you could."

The two eased into a silence as they took their steps on that dance floor. They were getting into the motions, better understanding how each other wanted to move and how the slight difference in anatomy factored into their steps.

An amused whistle from one of the patrons brought Lucas back to reality just a smidge, enough to remind him of embarrassment. His face must have shown it, as Hestia was quick to correct him.

"This is our moment, Lucas. Focus on us." Her face was serious, yet soft. "Feel the sway of our bodies."

Lucas did just that, tightening his grip on her hand. They moved a little faster now, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other bargoers occasionally looking at the pair, a mix of confusion in amusement across all of them. It was a bit pompous, but rather than fret over them, he instead thought about how lucky he was to be dancing with Hestia. Lucas was sure at least a few of them would've killed for the opportunity.

At a certain point, Hestia leaned her head forward and rested it on Lucas's shoulder. She let out a relaxed sigh and slightly nudged up against his head. Maintaining a level of cool felt impossible after that. He managed all the same, mostly since his mind was busy thinking about just how soft she felt against his skin. It would be hard to let go once this was over.

Their movements became braver with each passing moment. Twirling Hestia around and occasionally leaning her. All amateur, of course. Lucas had hardly ever danced with anyone else, and certainly for nowhere near as long. This whole thing was becoming trance-like.

At some point, the two slowed to a stop simultaneously. There were a few claps and hollers from the crowd, along with a few drunken jeers. Lucas, however, was lost in Hestia's gaze and her warm grasp. His other hand came to her hip, and her other hand came onto his shoulder, now a cozy embrace. Lucas's body urged him forward, an overwhelming desire to bring her into a kiss. His lips lightly parted, then shut.

"That was delightful, Lucas," she said.

"It was, thank you," he replied. The pause between them made him want to say more, if only to prolong this moment a while longer, but it had already left, with their arms moving back to their sides. "Care for another drink, or shall we be on our way?"

"Let's not steal all the equinox brew from these poor souls, shall we? I think I'm ready to delve back into the festivities."

Hestia presented her bent arm, which Lucas happily took up. On their way out, he gave a nod toward the bartender, realizing he still hadn't asked what his name was. All the same, the bartender returned the gesture, adding a toothy smile.

_

The festivities were still in full swing, with Lucas relaxing back into the energy that pumped through every street. The dance was indeed a much needed relaxation from all of this, and he was fully ready to return to it. Hestia seemed similarly renewed, bringing him along to sample every bit of food, parlor trick, and display available. The mix of all of that did admittedly give Lucas some slight nausea, but he kept himself stoic.

A new, grand display caught their attention. Mostly Hestia's attention. The plaza in front of them had been cordoned off by wooden fencing. A few people had gathered inside, with another loud and proud announcer explaining everything standing on a platform. There was a table with a few axes laid upon them. In the distance, wooden circular targets painted red and white. Behind that were bales of hay.

"As long as you can handle a blade, you are free to join! Any and all! A challenge of target practice, easy for any proud citizen!"

"Ax throwing?" Hestia said. "Seems exciting."

"I would say dangerous, but that makes it inherently exciting," Lucas replied.

"You should participate."

Lucas gave her a tired smile. "Would that make you happy?"

"Happy? No. Ecstatic. Yes." She pointed at the group of participants. "I don't see any proud acolytes representing me. That's quite the issue. This is my equinox after all, isn't it? I need a champion."

"It's been a while since I've thrown an ax."

"Ah, so you have experience, all the better!" She looked at him, tilting her head up, giving a slightly incredulous look. "When have you been throwing axes?"

"It's something a bored farmhand gets to doing after chopping wood for an hour straight."

"A man full of surprises. I like that. So, go on, then, represent your phoenix. I'm sure you're practically a professional in the field compared to the others."

"If that's what my lady desires. I'm unsure how well I'll do." Though, if she wanted it, he most definitely wanted to have a go at it now.

"What matters is that you try, but winning would be a bonus as well."

Lucas patted her arm and nodded. "Then, stay safe while I'm gone. I'm certain to win with your blessing."

"You have my blessing as a regular lady."

"That's all I require."

Parting from Hestia, Lucas marched on to enter the ring. Nervousness was already grabbing at him, especially with so many eyes on him. He walked right up to the announcer. "I volunteer to join," Lucas said.

"Another! Another joins the challenge! A proud acolyte with his pristine suit. If he's willing to get his hands dirty, then any one of you is capable of joining this challenge." The announcer pointed Lucas off to the rest of the group.

The others were slightly older men, the only kind brave enough to delve into something like throwing bladed tools at some wood. Lucas briefly wondered if any of them had actual combat experience in flinging weapons at enemies. He would pale in comparison to that skill, surely. All the same, he joined them and looked at the table of axes available.

A glance back let Lucas easily find Hestia. She wasn't as bright as she usually was, but she stuck out all the same with her reddish feathers. The avian woman gave him an excited wave and blew him a kiss. There wasn't a chance he could lose now. Though, even if he did, something told him Hestia would be delighted all the same.

The announcer continued to try and draw in a few more participants before setting out the rules. Fortunately, there were enough targets for each man to have his own. Simply put, more points in the center, less on the outer rings. Lucas would just have to hit that magical bullseye a few times. Ten throws. He could do that in ten throws, right?

Another glance at Hestia provided a much needed dose of confidence for Lucas again. The other contestants would occasionally glance over at Lucas, a bit of confusion playing across their faces. Must have been a little strange seeing some religious figure step in on a show like this. It was not everyday a man of the church was seen hurling weapons for sport. Lucas simply smiled back and hoped his presence might throw them off a little. He had a blessing, after all.

"To your targets, lads! You'll have enough throws for all of you, so take your time and make a good show of it all!" the announcer yelled.

The crowd clapped and cheered. Hestia did much of the same, distantly calling out Lucas's name. He gave her a proud smile, then turned to face his target at his assigned station. A box had been set next to him, holding all of his sharp implements. It was strange that he was standing here, in front of all this commotion, only at Hestia's request. She was pushing him into a lot, wasn't she? Not bad in the least bit. Lucas would've never imagined himself in this position, in this challenge, with a crowd of onlookers. He was hesitant before, but the excitement was already working its way through him.

"Go on, let your aim be true! Have at it!" Someone blew a whistle after that, then the games started.

Immediately, some of the others were already flinging their axes at the targets. Some were good hits, others misses, and others still were blunt hits and didn't stick. Lucas made sure to feel the heft and weight of the ax in his hand. It wasn't the quaint chunk of sharpened metal attached to a wooden stick like he was familiar with, this was actually crafted to be thrown.

Lucas stopped himself from making sure Hestia was watching. Whether she was or not, he was doing this for her. He hefted the ax up and felt how it swayed in his hand, finding how the weight was spread across the tool. Easy enough. He pulled his arm back and flung it as hard as he could.

The ax went spinning forward, landing a few rings above the center with a satisfying "thunk". Not a bad go, all things considered. He was certain he could hear Hestia cheering off in the distance. Lucas held back a smile and immediately picked up the next ax.

Another throw, another hit. A bit off to the side, but he was still doing great compared to some of the others, even if they were moving a lot faster than him. Lucas kept himself steady. No need to rush on ahead, he was doing decently.

Lucas chucked a few more axes, each one lodging itself in the target. Five axes were left in the pile. He couldn't help but sneak a look at the crowd, to see how Hestia was reacting. Unfortunately, her trademark redness couldn't be seen in the sea of shifting bodies. No need to fret about that, right? His next throw was a little farther from the inner rings than he would've liked. Keep it steady, she was around somewhere, she wouldn't have run off.

The axes embedded in his target were clustered around the center, but not quite on the bullseye. Actually aiming for the center now would be a bit of a pain considering all the handles crowding the middle. Lucas still tried his best, awkwardly jamming yet another one into the group and barely scraping by another handle. Three throws to go.

Another, and another, they both made their mark, landing cleanly around the middle. Lucas didn't dare look at the others, nor did he pay attention to the announcer's cheering words. Those were all distractions. Hestia's disappearance was also a distraction, but she had asked him to do this, so he was going to do it. With all his will and power, he was going to land that last shot.

Throwing his whole body forward, Lucas flung the ax and sent it careening into the center, nestling it between two other axes. Relief washed over him and he took a deep breath. He had no idea how the others did, and he simply stared at his own target. That was pretty good, all things considered. He was glad the mindless time he spent on a farm had its uses, no matter how niche and specific.

A piercing whistle blow shook Lucas out of his stupor.

"That's it, that's it! We'll be tallying up all the targets now, folks! Come up and have a look, just keep your distance for the judges!"

Lucas watched as a few people filed into the ring, some mingling with the other contestants. Friends, family, even distant admirers. He watched on for a moment longer before Hestia came into view, happily walking over to him. In her hands she held a wreath of flowers.

"And you doubted your skills," Hestia said with a giggle.

"I haven't won just yet."

Hestia took a long look at the other participants, then slowly back to Lucas. "I think it's fair to say you won, but regardless, you are my champion, and thus, I bestow upon you my prize." She raised the wreath.

Leaning his head forward, Lucas presented himself for the gift. Hestia placed it upon his neck, then gave him a small kiss on the forehead. The gesture made him freeze, then stiffly raise his head back up. Of course, with a beak, it was a little different than a regular kiss, but what else could it have been?

"A little extra for having won," she said. "You seemed so deserving of a treat." Hestia smiled. "There was a little abode that provided the materials to weave a wreathe. I managed to get them for free after I mentioned they were for a dashing young man wanting to steal my heart."

Another jolt of excitement hit Lucas upon hearing that. It was possible Hestia was simply joking, but his hazy thoughts didn't want to accept that possibility. This almost felt like a true courtship now.

"Thank you, Hestia." Lucas brought a hand up to the wreathe, gently running his fingers along it. "It's wonderful, thank you."

"I'm glad you enjoy it, Lucas." Hestia's own hands drew up to it, gently touching it, and occasionally bumping into his own hand.

"And now, the throws have been tallied up, the judges have decided, and our winner is unveiled!" the announcer said.

The pair turned to face the announcer, just as he pointed at Lucas.

"Our winner, the prim and pristine acolyte! I would say he's already won with his partner, but I suppose we could heap on another prize!"

There was a laugh from the crowd, then a round of applause for him. Lucas gave his sheepish nods and a smile. Hestia's smile took on a softer touch, as if she was proud of Lucas. Yet, at the same time, her half-lidded eyes implied a level of smugness. She must have been quite happy that her own acolyte of all people won.

"We've a lovely prize for you today. A shiny, dazzling thing!" the announcer said.

With another round of applause, an assistant came over with a small wooden box and opened it. Nestled inside a satin cushion was a gemstone with a necklace attached to it. Lucas had no idea as to its level of quality, but it seemed noticeably less impressive than some of the other gems he had seen on Hestia. He took the thing in his hand and let it dangle from his fingers.

"I think it only fair I return the favor," Lucas said, looking at Hestia.

Stepping forward, Hestia bowed her head to him. Lucas placed the stone around her neck, prompting another applause from the crowd. He could hardly hear it over the blood rushing through his head. The phoenix woman played with it in her palm, smiling and rubbing her thumb across it.

"It's lovely, Lucas, thank you," she said.

"You're very welcome," he replied.

Lucas stuck out his elbow, offering it to Hestia. She reached for him, but not for his arm. Tenderly, her fingers slid between his, joining their hands together. The connection was made, and they lowered their arms back down. Lucas hesitated, the thought of intimacy overwhelming him, but he pushed past that and gently tightened his grip.

With that, the two were back off into the festival, the jewel Hestia had been gifted proudly shimmering on her clavicle.

_

Chatter between Hestia and Lucas had died down, as did their desire to check on every distraction within the festivities. Instead, they slowly made their way over to the periphery of the city again, where nature had encircled everything. It was sometimes hard to remember the grand forest that embraced this populous place. They walked along an aged stone road that was slowly overtaken by grass and moss.

The sun had begun its dip behind the horizon, leaving a brilliant gold that flittered through the trees and cast down on Hestia, giving her a touch of her original coloration.

"I have to thank you again, Lucas," Hestia said.

"No need to thank me, it's only a trinket, I'm sure," he replied.

"This stone is not a trinket, it's a lovely memory now. But that is not what I was referring to. This trip has been a true delight."

"It was a simple idea, I'm only glad I was able to accompany you." Lucas thought back to the palace. "Should anyone question where you had gone, you could simply say I begged and pleaded." Which may not have been far from the truth, had he known how it would turn out.

Hestia giggled. "Yes, well, about that..."

"Good eve to the both of you," a voice came.

The two came to a stop in front of an interloper on the path. Lucas hardly noticed him originally. He wore a cloak and a hood, already painting him as a shady character. Lucas raised a foot to step forward, only for Hestia to move in front of him.

"And what do I owe this interruption to?" Hestia asked.

"You're quick to understand, often not the case with nobles. Simple and to the point." A blade glinted out from the cloak. "How about that pretty gem of yours and the rest of your coin?"

"Quite narrow minded of you to ask for such a thing," Hestia replied. Her voice had lost its luster.

Lucas felt a jolt of fear upon seeing the blade. That was the wrong reaction. He clenched his jaw. Anger plumed in its place and he took his rightful spot in front of Hestia.

"Step away before I break your bones," Lucas replied.

"Lucas--"

"Gaudy acolyte here to show me the error of my ways." The thief lightly pressed the tip of the blade into his thumb. "Go on, convince her to hock over the coin, wouldn't want to paint that outfit of yours in red." His expression soured. "Come on now, I don't like having an audience."

Indeed, a few people had stopped to look, blatant surprise playing across their faces.

"I would sooner strangle you," Lucas replied.

"You're a bad negotiator. Let me speak to--"

Lucas threw a punch, slamming into the thief's chin. The knife flashed as he landed the blow, and it was a little too late for Lucas to realize it had slashed across his arm, slicing clean through his garments.

"Lucas!" Hestia said.

The thief didn't waste words now. Stepping forward, he lunged at Lucas. The acolyte barely stepped aside as the blade nicked his side. He grunted and grabbed at the thief's throat, pushing forward and slamming him into the ground.

"You should apologize, you damned mongrel!" Lucas yelled.

Red streaked down Lucas's arm, spattering onto the thief's clothes. His knife had been tossed to the ground in the scuffle, leaving him to grasp at his neck in a panic. Pain shot through Lucas's arm as he tightened his grip. Eventually, the agony was too much and he let go, allowing the thief to scramble backward and stumble to his feet. He gave Lucas a hard stare before fleeing back into the city.

A pounding rang in Lucas's head. He sat on his knees, taking deep breaths. His whole body seemed to ache.

"Lucas..." Hestia stepped out in front of him. She offered him a hand. "Come, stand up for me, please."

Those calm words were enough to ease some of Lucas's aching. He swallowed and gathered himself, standing before Hestia once more. One hand carefully manipulated his arm, her eyes looking over it. Lucas glanced at the wound. Just looking at it made it hurt all the more. Hestia's other hand came up to his cheek, brushing away a tear. The outburst had gotten to him. He wasn't even sure what to say.

"That was foolish of you," she said softly. "I am capable of caring for myself, you must know that."

"It's... It's my duty, after all," Lucas replied.

"Yes. Yes, it is." Hestia sighed. "You performed to your duties despite how dangerous they were." She carefully tugged on his sleeve to reveal the extent of the wound. "Let me tend to that. You simply relax."

"But the others will--"

"Know? Let them know."

Hestia's eyes glimmered as she placed a hand over the gash. A golden glow emanated from the bottom of her palm, warmly spreading across his skin and washing away the agony. Lucas's muscles relaxed as that magical elixir flowed through him.

A few of the onlookers were muttering their praises, some already bowing their heads. Lucas felt a touch of embarrassment, having unveiled Hestia like this. She paid them no mind, instead moving her hand to his side and gently rubbing at the cut there. It, too, soon vanished, leaving Lucas bloodied and less than presentable. The glowing faded, and Hestia was back to the regular woman she was. Only, everyone now knew her true identity.

Soon, the guards strolled into view, already approaching the pair.

"Perhaps I should tell them what happened?" Hestia said.

"That may be for the best," Lucas replied with a nod.

_

It was going so wonderfully. But he had to make that one mistake and throw it all away. Lucas sat on a bench in the palace courtyard, barely illuminated by a lantern nearby. He held that wreath in his hands, replaying the day over and over in his head.

By now, the final display with Hestia as its jewel had come and gone. She had lit the bonfire and delivered a speech to all of her citizens, promising another fruitful season. Lucas only watched from a distance, feeling so undeserving of all of it.

"Are you still sulking?" a voice came.

Lucas barely raised his head to look at the source. One of the older acolytes, in his proud robes, stepped forward and sat on the bench. He looked wizened, with his black hair turning gray, and near full beard. His name was Kenelm, and was the type to gently remind others about laws and rulings. This was roundabout the time where Lucas received some lecture. He turned his eyes back to the wreathe.

"I think it's fair that I do after all that I had done, embarrassing our order like that," Lucas replied.

"You haven't even changed out of those bloodied clothes. I think that's more of an embarrassment."

"I'll wash and mend them soon enough."

"Tell me, what do you imagine you did wrong?"

"Dragging out our Lady on a ridiculous trip into the heart of the city to play suitor? Gambling, drinking, even taking part in little mind games by charlatans. Bribery, perhaps. And endangering her."

Kenelm crossed his arms, looking quite sagely in that moment. "One can hardly consider festival games to be 'gambling' and drink is simply a celebration. In moderation." He chuckled. "What bribery? The jewel? Our Lady won't be swayed so easily by a stone to give you any special favors."

"And playing suitor? Stealing her away from the palace?" Lucas looked at the older man from the corner of his eye.

"I admit, she hasn't brought along a partner before, but our Lady is no stranger to skipping off to enjoy the day to day of regular folk. Not often, mind, but the few times she's free to do so."

Lucas perked up. "It was my idea."

"I think you were merely led to that belief. Do you truly think she hadn't thought about going herself?"

Indeed, she seemed a little overt in her mentioning of the festival. Lucas's eyes slightly widened. Hestia had simply goaded him into going with her. It was so easy to play him, wasn't it?

"And, yes, perhaps it was overzealous to strike out, but it is your calling that leads you to defending her. I imagine none of us would have done any differently. Perhaps there would be varying levels of severity, but all the same."

Lucas properly looked at Kenelm now.

"If you truly feel bad about all that you've done, the only way to alleviate that is to apologize to her directly. You're still her ward for the time being, you're free to visit her as you please." Kenelm huffed in amusement. "And I suggest you discard your morose tone."

"Yes. Yes, you're right." Lucas sat upright. "Wise, as always."

"Only thanks to a certain someone. May want to thank her for that, as well."

"Thank you, Kenelm. I will give her a proper apology and thanks." Lucas stood up and began on his way.

"You're welcome, and do show me how you threw those axes sometime!"

Lucas placed the wreathe back around his neck and began toward the palace, following along the trail of lanterns until he was inside once more. He went up the many quiet stairs and hallways until he was once more in front of Hestia's abode. Lucas gently knocked on the grand doors.

"Come in," Hestia said.

How was it that just hearing her pushed his heart? Lucas pressed on, stepping inside to find Hestia standing by the window as she had that morning. She was back in all her grandiosity, wearing that wonderful dress for the equinox. Candlelight illuminated one side of her, while the other was bathed in moonlight.

"Lucas," she said, turning toward him, "I was just about to send someone for you. Come here, please." Hestia raised her arms, beckoning him over to the window.

Lucas obeyed, moving over to her. Hestia placed her hands on his shoulder and looked down at him. It was an impressive reminder just how tall she was.

"I came to apologize for my outburst. Properly," he said. "It was your brief time of freedom and I squandered it with such an outburst." Lucas bowed his head. "And I'm sure I sullied your disguise as well. I'm sorry."

Hestia gently tilted his head back up. "You needn't apologize for a thing, Lucas. I enjoyed every moment of our time together. Granted, I was terrified when you assaulted that hoodlum, but I know you only did it out of a sense of duty." Her thumb ran across his chin, talon barely grazing his skin. "I heard how worried you were, the thundering of your heart, and that only proves how committed you are. There is nothing more I could ask of you or anyone else. Thank you. You have my apologies for how rude I behaved afterward."

"Not at all," Lucas said. "If anything, it only proves your concern for me."

"And, I must admit that I goaded you into this trip. Normally, I would have gone out by myself, but you seemed genuinely saddened that I seemingly could not leave. I had figured it would be nice to bring you along, and I certainly couldn't abuse my power to simply order you to follow me."

Lucas chuckled. "I could not blame you for that with how much fun I had."

"I suppose that leaves at an impasse of apologies, hm?"

It took Lucas a moment to realize that she was still wearing the gem he had given her earlier. On her regular frame it seemed so small, making it nearly unrecognizable. Once he was over that, it sent another bubbling of warmth across his body. Hestia cared enough to continue wearing it, even now. And it seemed she was realizing the very same about his wreath, as she ran her fingers across the petals. It must have been strange, changing shape like that.

"Perhaps you would like to join me to relax?" she said.

"It's nearly a new day, you should have your rest," Lucas said.

"There will be celebrations tomorrow as well, I can treat myself to a bit of fun for the night, can't I?"

"I suppose." Lucas smiled. "Certainly."

Hestia offered her hand, which was a far more imposing prospect now. Lucas took it up all the same, amused at the idea of her leading him to the chairs nearby. Only, she didn't do that. Instead, Hestia began moving toward her personal quarters, a door off to the side that he had only ever given brief glances at. Now, he was heading straight for it. Lucas wouldn't dream of stopping her now, but he wondered if he should speak up at all.

That thought came and went as Hestia pushed the door open into her abode, leading Lucas into a large room. The furniture had been scaled to her needs, and that meant she had an oversized vanity, bed, and dresser. A comfortable looking couch sat at the end of her bed, looking slightly ornate with its golden trimmings. The room was actually fair less gaudy than he was expecting. It was nice, certainly, but not overwhelming in its presentation. A few gas lanterns gently lit the area.

The two sat down on the couch, with Hestia and Lucas nearly being knee to knee.

"Here, let us get you out of that outfit, shall we? Not very becoming of you," Hestia said.

"Ah... As you wish."

Before Lucas could put his hands on his suit, Hestia moved first, unbuttoning its front. Each popped button only made his heart beat faster, and in the dead of night it must've been thunderous. The flap that held the suit closed came open, revealing his undershirt. She slid the whole uniform jacket off of him, bringing the wreathe with it. Hestia looked at the bloodied garment, as well as the wreathe, then set them aside.

"There we are, far more presentable now," Hestia said. Her eyes glanced away, then settled on Lucas's body.

"Was there something you perhaps wanted to discuss?" Lucas asked. He almost felt naked.

"There is something I wanted to discuss with you, yes." She paused, then her beak parted hesitantly before closing again. "A matter that troubled you during your time with me, I was hoping I could ask about that. Something..." Hestia's hand tentatively reached forward and splayed across his chest. "I believe you're having trouble with now."

The kind touch on Lucas's skin made goosebumps prickle up over his body. He gave a hesitant smile. "Nothing hidden from your gaze, is there?"

"Nor hidden from my heart. Please, tell me."

"I hope that this admittance won't paint me in a lecherous light."

"Impossible."

No real point in denying it any further. Hestia had an inkling something was amiss, or outright knew of Lucas's infatuation. Either way, he had no reason to lie now, certainly not after ending their lovely date so suddenly. Still, it was hard to even conjure up the words. Everyone had a level of admiration for Hestia, but infatuation? That still felt almost perverse.

"During our trip together... our date," Lucas started, "I had found it hard to separate you from the image of a regular woman."

"That is what I asked for, after all." Hestia took on a gentle smile. "Though, I imagine you mean that in a more serious manner."

Lucas nodded. "A woman that I could not separate genuine feeling from." Out with it. "Love."

For a moment, Lucas expected Hestia withdraw her hand and give him a somber explanation as to why that wasn't possible. Instead, they traded glances for a few silent seconds. She continued to massage his chest, hand eventually drawing up his neck and onto his cheek.

Hestia's thumb rubbed at Lucas's face. Where was it? The downfall of all of this? The bitter words? The saddened placation?

"You were the first to ever make me feel as though I were a woman," she said.

Lucas cast his eyes to the ground. "Only at your behest."

"Perhaps. Yet, you were also the only one to follow me on such a request, to go out of your way to suggest it. I may have laid the foundation, but you were the only one to follow through on it." Hestia hummed. "The other acolytes see me as an idol to be herded from place to place. I may go out, rarely, but only because they wield no actual power over me. Should I even suggest the idea, the others might cower and insist I stay inside."

"You could have maintained your disguise, courted any man you desired."

"And played a false self? No. I was glad I could relax with your company. I may have looked different, but I could simply be."

"Then I am glad I could share that date with you, however brief. And pretend, for some time, that we were..."

"Lovers?"

Lucas's eyes met Hestia's gaze again. Perhaps that was a tease on her part, but hearing the word was enough to stoke his heart all over again. He found himself slightly leaning into her palm as it caressed his cheek. Lucas gave a gentle nod.

"The day hasn't left us yet, there is still time to indulge in that. Our date mustn't end so bitterly." Hestia's head turned to look at the bed. "Care to join me, Lucas?"

The question struck him bluntly. Lucas tried to process it in any way other than the obvious. Hestia couldn't have been suggesting that, could she? It was impossible, unthinkable. That must have been a breach of some code somewhere. While his logical mind scrambled for excuses, the rest of his body grew warm, stirring at her suggestive request.

Hestia looked at him again. "Well?"

"Yes, I would love to," Lucas replied automatically. Some of his conscious mind held the reins, stopping him from blurting it out in excitement.

"Precisely the reaction I was hoping for."

Hestia's hand left his cheek and she stood up, rounding the couch to the side of her large bed. Lucas did the same, questioning reality with each step. He eased onto the mattress, sinking into its softness. Lucas stared as Hestia turned to him. She carefully took off the gem he had gifted her and set it aside on her dresser. With that, Hestia slowly began to undress, the dress easily slipping from her frame the moment the shoulders fell to her side.

The lacy underwear that clung to Hestia's body burned into Lucas's mind. They were a plain white, almost cutesy, but they bore intricate patterns and seemed sheer in a few places. Lucas had little time to linger on that, as Hestia undid her bra. Heavy mounds came into view. They bore her fiery feathers, making them all the more appealing. Each breast was topped with a dark, almost black nipple, a stark contrast to the bright orange around them.

Blatantly teasing now, Hestia let her bra flutter to the ground as her hands slid down her curvaceous body onto her underwear, thumbs hooking into them. She lightly tugged on them, knees pressed together to keep the fabric clinging to her groin before pulling them apart and letting it snap down to reveal her lower lips. Lucas swallowed, noting a similar dark coloration on her button, and lower still, between her labia.

Hestia giggled. "So few mortals are lucky enough to earn a strip tease from a goddess. Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"I did, thank you," Lucas replied, eyes still trailing across her body. Not in all his dreams would he have ever expected this moment.

"Might I receive the same courtesy?" she said.

"Ah, yes, of-- of course." Lucas pried himself away and stood back up. He pulled his undershirt over his head, wriggled out of his dress shoes, and then unbuttoned his pants, leaving him purely in his undergarments. "I'm afraid not much I can tease with, I uhm... You understand."

Hestia didn't reply. Instead, she knelt onto the bed and looked directly at Lucas's groin. He took a small, calming breath and pulled his underwear down to reveal his stirring erection. Her eyes seemed to light up briefly before she crawled closer still. At her size, that meant they were basically eye to eye. Soon, she was right in front of him, a palm resting on his abdomen. The touch made his erection twitch, already excited for whatever would come next.

"Here, rest next to me." Hestia shuffled backward and eased onto her side, one arm holding up her head. "You'll find no better comfort elsewhere."

Lucas took a moment to appreciate her form again from this new angle. He steadied his hammering heart and crawled in next to her, feeling so very small in this new position.

"Lucas, I am still just a woman in this moment. Ease your fears. I want to feel you as much as you want to feel me." Hestia leaned closer, beak teasing against his ear. "I am yours," she whispered.

The quiet tone sent a shiver down Lucas's spine, erection twitching again. Still, he gathered himself and turned toward her, placing a hand on her plump rear and letting it slide down to her thigh. Hestia let out a pleased sigh, and began to tend to Lucas's body as well, learning his form. Her touch was as cautious as ever, yet growing braver with each passing second. She softly squeezed and groped as he did the same, the two enjoying each other's bodies.

Lucas's hand drew up to Hestia's chest. He had to repeatedly remind himself that she was a woman in that moment. Hardly helped as he realized he was essentially massaging the breasts of a goddess. It was perhaps even less helpful to realize she was just as interested in him.

That interest drew to Lucas's most sensitive spot. Hestia's hand eventually trailed onto his crotch. He let out a small sigh as her digits graced his length. She didn't go straight to grope at him, rather, her fingers slid up and down the underside of his length before massaging his testicles.

Those movements were enough to give Lucas a dose of bravery. He swallowed and shifted from Hestia's breasts down her toned stomach, teasing at her abdomen, then lowering further still. His fingers slid to the side of her groin, fingers probing at her labia. The feathers gave way at that sensitive spot, allowing for a more direct touch. Touching bare skin felt even more taboo, as if her magnificent feathers were the last layer of decency she held.

As Lucas touched, Hestia let out the quietest breaths, trickles of moans. She was exposing a side of herself that few, if anyone, had ever seen. That realization pushed him on more, letting his fingers slide up and down her lips before teasing at her clitoris, drawing a harder moan out of her. Arousal didn't push on him so much as infatuation, the desire to see more of her like this, to earn her love. He might have been chasing something he could never truly claim, but he craved even the smallest droplets of it.

Their touching progressed, with Hestia now openly stroking Lucas's erection. Her large hand easily wrapped around it, making him throb in her grasp. It was a difficult task not to thrust into the warm hole given to him, but he held steady. Lucas similarly pressed further, teasing more of her clitoris and daring to slide a finger deeper between her folds. She was intensely warm inside, causing another throb from him.

"There is something I would like to try," Hestia said, gasping, "if you would let me."

"Of course, my Lady."

"Hestia for now. Simply Hestia, dear Lucas."

Another throb. "Of course, Hestia."

Hestia raised herself upright, keeping her hand on Lucas's penis. He watched intently as her majestic form straightened out. Her other hand nudged at his legs, to which he pulled them apart. Hestia then settled below his hips, on her knees at first, but then she lowered down, bringing her breasts onto his thighs and near his erection. The sight of his length in front of her breasts not only served as a reminder for just how large she was, but another strike of arousal at his body.

"I believe I saw this in a book quite some time ago," she said. Hestia arched her back, better showing off her tail feathers and rounded rear. She then hefted her chest onto his erection, wrapping it in soft feathers and a supple, warm body. "Not often a lady of my caliber would do this, hm?" Hestia giggled.

Lucas smiled back, though slightly strained. While her body was amazing, he was far more enticed by the fact that it was Hestia of all people. Her chest was so much larger in comparison to him that her breasts entirely smothered his length, hiding it. This was overindulgence, and he loved it.

"You're wonderful, Hestia," he replied.

The smile she had softened. "Thank you, Lucas." She turned her head to glance down at her breasts. "May I start moving?"

"Please."

"Of course."

Slowly, Hestia began to stroke Lucas's erection with her chest. The smooth feathers brushed across his sensitive skin, sending tingles up his spine. Those, paired with the squish of her body, made the slow back and forth absolutely heavenly. Hestia readjusted to look directly at him. She seemed interested in every twitch of his expression, smile growing wider with each gasp or moan he failed to stifle. That failure extended to his hips, which began thrusting against Hestia's chest.

"Hestia," he whispered, almost begging for more.

"I am here for you, Lucas," she replied, moving faster and squeezing harder.

Lucas's hands grabbed at the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric as he hissed. While Hestia was inexperienced and awkward in her movements, that made it no less arousing. She was still moving with intent and desire, her eyes staring into his.

"Hestia!" Lucas cried again.

His goddess continued her work for a while longer still before coming to a stop, then slowly rubbing him again. Lucas's body tensed, then he eased back with a sigh.

"My apologies, Lucas, I had become so... intent on seeing you writhe in pleasure," she said. "It was quite cute."

"I should have expected you to be such a tease in bed."

"A surprise you didn't, considering how much you must have thought about me in bed."

"Yes," Lucas said, panting, "it's a hard image to remove from one's mind."

Hestia laughed, rubbing his thigh. "You flatter me." She pulled her breasts away and looked down at his twitching erection. The tip glistened with arousal. "Both in your words and with your body." Hestia rubbed her fingers along Lucas's needy erection. "Perhaps I should stop teasing."

"I think this is as much a tease for me as it is you."

"Getting cocky with your goddess, are you?" Hestia's finger nudged Lucas's sensitive tip back and forth. "I knew I picked right."

Lucas stifled a grunt as his erection shifted back and forth. "If you wish for me to treat you as my woman, only fair to be so playful."

"Yes, that is exactly what I want."

Sitting upright, Hestia offered her hand. Lucas took it up gladly, now on his knees in front of her. He had grown used to this, and yet he was still looking up in awe at her. Hestia tugged on him, leading him more to the center of the bed, where she lay down on her back, and pulled him with. Now he lay between her legs, one hand gripping hers, and another bracing against the mattress. His erection rested against her entrance, the heat daring him to plunge in.

It took a moment for Lucas's conscious mind to catch up as he rested there, erection twitching against her folds. Hestia seemed so vulnerable like that, knees brought up past her waist and arms at her sides. She looked up at Lucas almost tentatively. The smile she wore had faded to something softer and calmer.

Lucas moved his hips against hers, giving Hestia a taste of the intimacy they were about to share. She gave a nod.

"Take your goddess, Lucas," she said.

Those words made Lucas throb again. He shifted his hips backward and pressed his head to her lips. They shared a gasp before Lucas properly pushed inward, sliding his length slowly into her. Hestia's walls flexed around him as he settled deeper and deeper still. Lucas moaned and settled onto her body, head resting between her breasts once he was fully inside her.

Hestia tightened her grip on Lucas's hand, while the other one came to rest on the back of his head. From this angle, he could hear the heaving of the chest and the flutter of her heart. Hestia let out a panting moan, then began to caress Lucas. They both traded gasps before Lucas managed to move his hips again.

All the tension had slipped away from Lucas's body as he sank into Hestia's loving embrace. The warmth radiating from her worked into every muscle in his body. He nuzzled closer to her as he pulled erection out, then back in, grinding his hips up against her to claim as much of her warmth as he could. Hestia sighed, lightly shuddering and pressing him harder against her chest.

Soon, Lucas managed to work himself into a steady pace, in and out, savoring every moment he could with Hestia. This intimacy between them was, in a way, so taboo. The average and the fantastical. Lucas found himself with the one woman he worshiped, a fantasy he could have only dreamed about in his lovesick mind, now in his embrace. This demigoddess with her plain follower, the one she chose out of so many.

The tender hand that embraced Lucas's head traveled downward, rubbing at his back. Hestia worked herself up into heavier and heavier breaths, following his own. A gentle slap of bodies echoed in her room, as her bed lightly bumped against the wall with each thrust. The taboo only increased. Not a soul would have ever expected this illicit meeting. Hestia had pushed on the boundaries of her image to accept Lucas in this tender moment. He grunted as he thrust harder into her, letting more of that heat pour into him.

Underneath all the arousal shooting up and down his spine, Lucas could distantly hear Hestia call his name. He lifted himself up and took hold of her other hand, now bracing himself with her body. The new position allowed him to look directly into Hestia's eyes as he thrust into her. Her vulnerability struck him again, making Lucas tighten his hands around hers. He never wanted this moment to stop, to let Hestia share herself with him.

Lucas's orgasm crept closer and closer, despite how much he wanted this to last. He grunted, clenching his jaws as pleasure overtook him, his head lightly dipping. Through the overwhelming sensations, Lucas looked into Hestia's eyes again. She rocked back and forth with him now. He tried to convey what was going to happen with just a glance. Hestia smiled and gave him a gentle nod through her own gasps and pants.

Each thrust had begun to degenerate further and further. It was impossibly hard to hang on. Hestia tightened around him again. Lucas gave in to the pleasure gripping his body and thrust forward as far as he could go. An orgasm crashed into his body, forcing him to shiver and twitch. He groaned as the first rope shot into Hestia, prompting a gasp from her. She forced her hips back against him as a loud moan escaped her. Lucas faltered briefly as another rope shot out. The heat was overwhelming now, a haze on his mind. He huffed and jerked his hips back and forth in a fervor, forcing another rope out.

"Lucas," she moaned. "Lucas!"

It was too much. Lucas could only groan back in response. A few more bubbling loads oozed out of him, settling deep inside Hestia. He took a few gasps before easing down onto her heaving chest.

They stayed like that for a while, with Lucas still grappling with the lingering arousal that clung to him. Hestia pulled her hands away from his, only to wrap her arms around his body and hold him tightly. She spoke no words, only cradling him in her arms. It was a comfort beyond words, as if his whole life had been leading up to this very climax.

As much as he wanted to sleep, something kept Lucas awake. Maybe it was the idea of what he had done with his goddess. Maybe it was the fact that he never felt more at peace. Maybe it was the simple fact that he craved more of Hestia, just as her partner and friend.

Whatever the case, it took much longer still for Lucas to pull his softening member free from Hestia and come to rest at her side. A touch of embarrassment worked its way into his thoughts as he lay there, but that was quickly cast aside.

Hestia's breaths had calmed. She looked at him, bearing a smile.

"A mortal man, and yet you still managed to please me," she said.

Lucas returned a tired smile. "How could I do anything less?" He sighed.

"You won't be able to go back, you know. Any other woman would pale in comparison to your Hestia."

"That's quite alright. I... don't plan to go back."

Hestia leaned toward him, placing her beak against his lips. Lucas's heart fluttered again as he returned the gesture. Her tongue reached out to probe into his mouth for the strange kiss. He pushed back. Their tongues briefly danced around one another before the two pulled back again.

"There is something I would like you to have, Lucas. My token, so that you always remember this moment."

Reaching up to her chest, Hestia plucked a feather and presented it to Lucas. He took it into his hand and looked at it. A glimmer of heat still seemed to radiate from it. His hand tightened around it and he held it to his chest.

"There is nothing that would ever make me forget our time together, Hestia," Lucas replied.

"Certainly not when there's so much left to do," she replied. "My precious Lucas."