Haunted Wood my lost fearless leader

As the tail of her prayer came to a close, Menthe fell quiet. Sweet, subtle songs of the forest swirled around her, Aphrodite's answer to her call no doubt. Peaking through the clouds for the first time all day, sun beams dappled the bracken at her toes, and the weight of the journey levitated from her squared shoulders. Her green gaze closed, breathing in the atmosphere around her. Just like the Gods to check in on their favorite creation so readily, building her a secret garden oasis within the confines of the woods.

As soon as she began to relish in it's beauty, another smell wafted through, and Menthe found herself pulled from her own mind and brought into reality. Thank you, Aphrodite.. she murmured to the stones, rising with ears pricked to investigate the scent that she picked up on. The river nymph turned, standing before the altar and gazing out upon the forest. 

Somewhere along the treeline flashed fire, but no smell of smoke tainted it's striking color. Menthe's gaze narrowed down the way, a careful few steps forward. Had the Goddess sent her a prize? A material reward for her devotion and triumphs? She could only assume so... As she slunk quietly through the woods the clouds pulled the suns glow behind their cover, and beneath them left a man the same color as it's beams. 

Deductive reasoning was her strong suit, so she would never admit the flicker of hope that swirled in her belly. A low, friendly boof sounded from the shadows, and Menthe stepped forward to reveal herself, posture neutral. 

Had Aphrodite sent her a God of her own?