Literature
NeOlympus - Chapter 12
The satyr's hooves clicked on the baked tile floor as his lips smacked and his teeth chewed on some candied root. He sniffed and chuckled as he strolled around the scorched patterns in the floor and deeper into the cabin. Then, sidling up to the other figure in the humble residence with a smile, he lightly tapped her hip to inform him of his presence. The tall, dark-skinned goddess with red locks looked down at him. "So, it is true," he said with a sigh. Demeter nodded in reply. She had spied the satyr's entrance, and if he were any other satyr, he would have been turned around before he had set hoof in the cabin, let alone got this near to her. It was not that the goddess had anything against satyrs. On the contrary, she had a deep affection for satyrs. She just wished not to be disturbed and had instructed the nymphs outside to facilitate that… but this was Pan. He was more than a satyr; he was a god in his own right. "Yes," said Demeter after a long pause. "Artemis and Apollo
