Apollo brought her to a nice, open field full of wildflowers in full bloom even now when the Mediterranean nights have gone too cold and the peaks of the mountain ranges have just started to frost at the caps. Even if it was a little reminiscent of Athena’s clearing back in her estate, Kath kept her mouth shut about her particular observation and let her be led by Apollo.
He motions for her to sit on the grass that was still a bit damp from the early morning dew while he pulls out a small, golden pocket knife before he proceeded to slice it against his skin, drawing blood.
Kath gasped at the golden ichor that dripped down this deeply tanned forearm and immediately flew out of her sitting position to clamp her fingers on the wound to staunch it.
“HAVE YOU GONE OUT OF YOUR GODS-DAMNED MIN
