Akileia stood before the firey being awash with the heat that its body gave off. A lesser creature might have fled or at least backed away, but she wasn't afraid and the fire...it flowed and dance in such a mesmerizing way. She found herself wanting to write songs about it, wanting to dance with it.
She smiled at the god. "How could you be wrong? You are so beautiful!" She began to tap her toe on the ground, soft and rythmic.
"Living flame, Burning Burning!
Red and yellow always yearning!
Hungry for more, straight to the core
Don't you know you're perfect?
Powerful Earth Living Living!
Soil and dirt always giving!
Sturdy and fair, eager to share
Don't you know you're perfect?"
She began to stomp harder and lifted her instrument which shifted to become longer, with the strings attached to the wooden base. She pulled a long strand of grass from the ground and it hardened and split. She ran the new bow across the violin and it hummed. Then she
played.