A naiad, a pixie and a satyr sought refuge from the flames of Tartarus in a mountain grotto yesterday. The heat followed us through the woods to the very edge of the ravine, but then the waterfalls spilling through the hemlock gorge brought cool air down to check it. We went to the third pool, the last accessible to those not blessed with goat feet, and here the pixie sat on a rock while the naiad explored the green walled pool and the saytr stood beneath the flume.
All too soon, our idyll ended, and today it is back to Hephaestus' forge with all the other Cyclopes.
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