Haunted Wood my lost fearless leader

Anticipation built it's home in the air that stilled around them, sitting like pointed stones floating throughout the clearing. One single breathe dared to send them flying at her chest, but she released her lungs softly and inhaled as normally, hope prickling the fur by her cheeks. 

The green of the ocean met the hues of the forest as their eyes glossed one another's. Menthe's crown dipped forward in respectful greeting as he acknowledged her, still clinging to the idea of gift from Aphrodite... but his voice... Her head raised and she looked over him again. He was the color of the sun, she'd seen him herself when he arrived afterall, but the booming, demanding voices that she had been raised to believe in... didn't feel fulfilled here. 

Disappointment bred seedlings through her chest, though she knew better than think that a God could be delivered here for her. But, if it were to happen, it would of course be for her. 

Hi, She returned, with a bit more suspicion laced to her tone, I'm just passing through, do you need something? Her interest in his presence was now less in awe and more in general politeness, in case he was a God, but that dream was fading slowly.