“Are you doing anything important just now, my little deer?”
Oisin looked up from his work and blinked at Bel. Bel had been hovering less the past few days, and though he’d missed the god’s company, he was glad enough that Bel wasn’t fretting about him all the time. “Nothing that can’t wait. What is it?”
Bel smiled, and there was a bit of mischief in it. “I have something I would like to show you. Come.” He gestured, and Oisin rose willingly and went with him. They went out the front door, and along a path that led around the house. A bench sat against the wall of the house, with flowering bushes in either side of it. Oisin looked at it curiously. He’d explored enough of Bel’s domain to know that the bench hadn’t been there before.
“This will be a good place to watch it from,” said Bel,
