Amara POV
The mention of lunch makes my stomach growl audibly, causing me to chuckle awkwardly. The goddesses smile warmly, and Selene gestures towards a door at the far end of the chamber.
"This way, Amara. You deserve a feast fit for a goddess," Selene says, leading the way.
We walk to an area I've not yet been. The walls are lined with paintings of women, different, but much the same. Long, silver hair, smooth skin, eyes that tell the story of the universe, and a beautiful smile playing on their lips. Their features are delicate, yet striking at the same time. They wear regal robes, fit for the goddess herself. The silk seems to flow and wave in a way that almost looks... lifelike. I can't help myself but to stop and admire each one.
"Those are paintings of all the forms I have take
