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The god of storms loved to watch the birds fly. Though the birds would flee from his presence, he would often stand atop the highest cliffs to watch them from afar. This is how he met the goddess of birds.
He was observing the flocks in the sky when he heard a sweet melody in the wind. Intrigued, he followed the sound down into the meadow below. There she sat in a field of flowers, delicately weaving a crown of them into her hair as she sang. The birds that flew around her showcasing her domain. The god of storms had never before been so in awe. He dared not approach, wary that she might share the skittish nature of her creations. He would not allow his presence to halt her singing. So he continued to observe from afar, the wind in the meadow settling into a gentle breeze so he may hear her voice clearly.
More and more did the storm god find himself watching the goddess. Day by day, he would listen to her sing. Weeks went by, till one morning the god of storms found her sitting in silence within the meadow. Suddenly she stood and turned to face the observing god. For a moment, he dreaded that she’d flee from the meadow. Instead she approached him with a smile as warm as the sun.
“I have seen you watch over me for days, yet you’ve made no move to introduce yourself”. The goddess spoke in an inquiring tone.
“Surely you must have known who I am?” He replied, for his divine status flowed around him like a hurricane; his gaze as cold and piercing as the strongest gales.
She gave a short laugh, her eyes lighting with mischief, “This is true, my lord, but it would still be polite to introduce oneself, no?”. She swept into a short curtsy, “I am the patron goddess of birds. A pleasure to meet you, good sir”.
‘She is nothing like her skittish creations’ the storm king thought; sweeping into a deep bow. “I am the lord of storms and wind. And I assure you, the pleasure is all mine”.