Thegos sits, his large frame contorted, almost uncomfortably, into an oddly small chair. The god twirls a silver lock of his beard around two fingers, his thoughts and eyes lost in the pages of yet another tale.
"Thegos?" A sweet voice calls from afar. "Thegos!"
"Yes, dear?" Thegos glances back and forth, from his book to the door, holding his gaze the second time. "How can I help you, my love?"
Wocahm opens the door, "Are you just about ready? We oughta be leaving soon." she said, brushing down her dress.
"Why, darling, you look marvelous! Let me see you, come in!" He took a breath, astounded by the lovely goddess before him. Holding her hands and taking a step back, he looked her up and down. "You look spectacular, I'm absolutely smitten. That green really brings out your eyes." Thegos spun her around, her dress twirling like waves in a storm.
"Thegos!" Wocahm giggled, "Come on now, we mustn't be late." She straightened his bow tie, and they rushed out of the library.