She wasn’t erected from seafoam like Aphrodite, as the god's blood from the sky muddied the waters allowing a new form to emerge. A naked women in a clam covering her chest. No, her creation wasn’t some ironic twist of blood into beauty. Instead, she was made somewhere warm, hot bubbles of rock working their way down a mountain, fire erupting from wherever it touched. The heart of this world spitting life up and out. She was beautiful in the way a tiger is, sharp nails, sharp teeth, and intelligent eyes. She wasn’t sure what she was created for initially she just knew that people, those lost, always found her. She had a small following and those who came to her seemed to have nowhere else to go. Widows, runaways, deserters, people who had had their previous lives stripped from them and were left to wander and wonder. In a way, she protected them, looked after them until there were none left to look after. Human life is short and in a blink of an eye all her children were gone. Then unlike Aphrodite, she was forgotten, like the ones she cared for. Like mist lifting off of a still body of water her imprint on human memory dissapeared.