Snippet #1123964

So cold! Oh, it was too cold to be wandering aimlessly outside like this! Pulling the collar of her jumper up around her neck, the small girl hurried down the sidewalks, attempting to remember where in the world the gods had agreed to meet up. She must have passed the coffee shop at least twice now, but as soon as she recognized the two figures within, she breathed a sigh of relief, and found herself startled by the fact that she could see her breath. She couldn't dawdle too much longer. Being the goddess of plants, winter was definitely NOT her favorite time to be wandering about outside. Slipping into the door, she turned to face the two gods that had already arrived. The Goddess of Fortune and the God of Mathematics, if she remembered correctly. Clutching her book closer to her chest, Nyahmoori, called "Nymph," nodded a quick greeting toward the two, then approached the counter, getting a questioning look from the barista on the other side.

"Uh...a small chai tea, please," she spoke quietly, "Oh, no! Make it a medium. Or...no! A vanilla chai tea!" Upon seeing the look of irritation upon the barista's face, she shrunk back slightly, "A medium vanilla chai tea. I'm sorry."

The spicy, exotic smell of the spiced tea as it brewed tantalized the goddess' senses, and she immediately recognized every subtle scent as one of the many plants she put in this world. Cinnamon, nutmeg, fennel, ginger, oh, how divine! All mixed with fine tea leaves? The goddess couldn't help but give a slight smile at the thought. By the time the barista had placed the tea in front of her, Nymph was lost in a world of pleasant smells and visual images brought to her mind from those. She found herself lost in a world of her own creation, full of all sorts of plant life. She felt truly happy then, but was suddenly snapped out of it by the college-age girl, who said, "Uh, your tea. Do you want milk in it?"

"Oh!" As if waking up from a nightmare, Nymph jolted, looking up at the barista. "Uh...yes. Soy milk, if you would."

As the milk was poured into the top of the paper cup, the girl realized something. She forgot why they were there! Oh, curses! she thought, searching her memory for the reason for the meeting of the gods. However, her memory could be compared to a bucket with holes punched in the bottom. It only retained things for a few moments before vanishing. Finally, she decided she would ask the other two what was going on. Picking up her tea, Nymph refrained from taking a drink just yet so she wouldn't end up overloading her senses again.

"Uh...hello, everyone," she spoke softly, glancing from one face to the other. "It's...it's good to see you both again."