"It is the solace," she explained without the question being verbally asked, "and a season for giving gifts to loved ones. I had planned to offer this regardless, especially now that my request for a golden apple tree has been granted."
She held up a bottle of amber liquid that glittered when the dim sunlight that filtered through the trees hit it just right.
"It is ambrosia. Nectar of the gods. We share it with those we care for."
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She held up a bottle of amber liquid that glittered when the dim sunlight that filtered through the trees hit it just right.
"It is ambrosia. Nectar of the gods. We share it with those we care for."