Cynthia
Who: Pothos and Elanor
What: First Meeting of a Father and Daughter
Victoria
Pothos glided through the crowded market, his steps light and graceful as if he were walking on air. His presence was immediately felt by those around him, as if a soft intoxicating breeze had swept through the bustling stalls and stands, causing everyone to pause and look up. The market was a vibrant mix of sights and sounds, a symphony of colors and aromas. The smell of fresh produce mingled with the smoke from grilling meats, while the calls of vendors and the chatter of customers created a lively buzz. Pothos took it all in, his senses heightened by the excitement and energy that was unique to Olympian, unique to being in the mortal world.

He had come to this market on a whim, curious to see the mortals in their element, to be among them without pretense and without the usual flare. As the god of love and longing, Pothos was used to the adoration and worship of the gods and the mortals alike. As he strolled through the market, Pothos couldn't help but notice the curious glances and lingering stares of the mortals and the demigods who were out and about that afternoon. They were drawn to him as usual, his ethereal beauty and divine aura impossible to ignore. Men and women alike turned their heads to catch a glimpse of him, some even stopping in their tracks to watch him pass. But Pothos paid them no mind for the time being, trying to keep his focus on the market and its offerings, keen on a little personal time for a change. He meandered through the aisles, admiring the vibrant array of fruits, vegetables, and spices. He plucked a ripe pomegranate from a nearby stand, its ruby red skin glistening in the sunlight. He took a bite, relishing in the burst of tangy sweetness on his tongue.

As he walked, a few brave or maybe desperate, souls would approach him or speak belief, flirting with the love god. As always Pothos would smile and take a moment to speak, usually simply leaving them with a kind word and a wink- knowing that lingering too long had its risks and how easy it would be to end up with a schedule filled to overflowing if he allowed every mortal or dirty who felt that pull have what they desired from him. With a final smile, Pothos continued on his way, leaving both men and women swooning in his wake. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his mere presence had caused such a stir.

As he wandered, Pothos came across a stall selling beautifully crafted jewelry. The ornate pieces dazzled in the sunlight, catching his eye immediately. He approached the stall and began examining the delicate necklaces and bracelets, admiring the intricate designs. After a quick talk with the craftsman who ran the stall, Pothos was walking on with a new bracelet and a new ring adorning his body. Pothos couldn't help but notice one thing as he went on- the couples who walked hand in hand, stealing kisses and exchanging loving glances. He watched them with a mixture of admiration and envy, longing for a love of his own. But Pothos knew that his love belonged to all the mortals and the divine and not himself. It belonged to the ones who yearned and pined for each other with such intensity. He revelled in their longing, knowing that it was his divine touch that could also ignite such flames of desire in their hearts.

The irony was not lost on him. For the god of love, longing, and desire, and for all the escapades he had been on, he himself could count on one hand, with fingers left over, how many people he could say he truly loved. Such was his fate and he had long accepted such, so with those thoughts pushed to the back of his mind, Pothos continued through the market, stopping at a stall with fine silk robes and other flashy clothing. He was here to have fun and to pamper himself - and that was what he was determined to do.

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Tammy
After a week of searching the bustling streets and busy establishments around Olympus, Eleanor found herself taking a scroll around a whimsical market filled with plenty of demigods and humans to her liking. The light breeze paired with a perfectly sunny day brushed against the flowy dress clinging to her body, matching as much grace as the delicate footsteps beneath her. The brunette was enveloped by the enticing aromas of fresh bread and roasting meats. The scent of spices and herbs wafted from the nearby vendor stalls, mingling with the earthy smell of olives and fresh produce. The sounds of clanging pots and pans, laughter and haggling, filled the air as she wove through the crowds of people. 

Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her soft green eyes sparkled as she smiled at the vendors and shoppers around her. She wore a dashing black dress, cinched at the waist with a golden belt that glinted in the sunlight, and her very presence seemed to draw people to her like a magnet. As she walked, Eleanor's eyes feasted on the dazzling array of jewelry on display. She admired the intricate designs on the silver necklaces, the sparkling gemstones that seemed to dance in the light, and the delicate filigree adorning the gold earrings. Her fingers trailed over the smooth surface of a polished marble statue, leaving behind a faint trail of dust. The people around her couldn't help but be captivated by Eleanor's beauty and alluring presence. Men and women, their eyes gleaming with admiration, watched her pass by, their muscles rippling beneath their skin as they turned to follow her with their eyes. A young mortal woman, her eyes shining with adoration, leaned against a nearby stall, gazing at Eleanor with a mixture of longing and desire.

Everywhere she went, Eleanor seemed to leave behind a trail of admiration and respect. She was a shining star in the midst of the lively market, drawing people to her like moths to a flame. Despite loving the usual attention she got and the brief enchanting encounters she had, Eleanor had a particular reason for wanting to visit the market. While she did enjoy a glamorous day out shopping and meeting people of all kinds, this enchantress had other objectives in mind. Over the past week, Eleanor had searched and asked for a god; Pothos. The divine being who was said to be her father, was a mystery to her and it only continued as the search for him dragged on with each passing day. 

Eleanor eventually stumbled over to a stall full of clothing and attire that certainly caught her eye. Upon taking in the fine array of such luxury, her eyes wandered over to a figure and a quite alluring one at that. Unsure why, Eleanor found herself floating over a few spaces beside him, her gaze falling down to the fabric in his hands. Glancing over at him, she examined for what could be considered 'amazing' tattoos that were supposed to be one giveaway that she might have found whom she had been searching all over for. Deciding not to stare for too long without speaking, she trailed back to his features before finally parting her lips to speak. "What do we think, yin or yang?" Eleanor asked with a nodding gesture towards two versions of the same blouse.

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Victoria
The market pulsed with life, a testament to the city's diversity and the communal spirit that thrives within its boundaries, bringing so many diverse and disconnected lived together into one place. An elderly couple at the store next to them selected ripe tomatoes with practiced hands, sharing stories with the vendor who has known them for years. A group of friends huddled around a stand a little ways down the way selling vintage records, their laughter ringing out as they reminisce over their favorite songs. Young couples wandered past where they were standing, hand in hand, making even the god of love and longing watch them for a moment as they passed by in their love-dazed state. Here, each interaction wove a story of connection and shared moments among strangers.

Pothos turned his head to the side, his small smile growing into a grin as he caught sight of the origin of the voice that had called out to. As he turned to fully face her, he couldn't help but be drawn in by her appearance - the smooth flow of her hair, the fairness of her skin, and the piercing gaze of her captivating eyes. He tilted his head slightly, considering her question with intense focus. His gaze moved from one shirt to the other, finally settling on the darker shade, a subtle hint of intrigue in his expression.

With a confident nod, he declared, "Definitely Yin." His eyes danced with admiration as he continued, "Darker tones would accentuate the mesmerizing color of your eyes." As the warm sun beat down upon them, Pothos casually pushed up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. In doing so, he revealed more of his captivating tattoos that snaked up from his hands and wrapped around his arms like vines. They disappeared under the fabric of his shirt, only to peek out again at the unbuttoned collar. Each design was a stark line of swirling ink that seemed to dance over the skin and rippling muscles as he moved, adding to the mysterious allure of the man standing before her just then.

"The contrast would make them pop as if they were a beacon in the night," He continued before giving her a charming wink. He then turned for a moment and gestured to the stall owner, a rotund man with a bushy mustache that twirled at the ends. "My good man, could you please get the lady here two of each and put it on my tab please? I have a feeling she'll make good use of them." He said jokingly, before turning back to her, an easy smile on his lips. "I don't think you'll regret it." He added as an afterthought.

Shoppers meandered through the stalls and streets all around them as they stood there, their conversations blending into a symphony of voices, creating a lively backdrop to the seemingly random encounter unfolding at that moment. The scent seemed to build as savory, sweet and spicy smells all combined into an inviting cacophony, inviting all in the area to sample the diverse offerings available. Children tugged at their parents' hands, eager to explore the toy stands or run and play with stray dogs looking for a handout, while artisans proudly display handcrafted wares. The market is a lively tapestry of human interaction, where every corner holds the promise of a new discovery.

In one corner, a street musician strummed a guitar, adding a melodic undercurrent to the market's hum as people stopped to watch, some clapping and some singing along to the familiar tune. Nearby, the sizzle of food stalls cooking up local delicacies tempts passersby with promises of savory and sweet delights. Freshly squeezed juice vendors offer a refreshing respite from the warm sun, their vibrant concoctions adding pops of color to the scene. The market as usual was a lively tapestry of human interaction, where every corner holds the promise of a new discovery.

This was what kept Pothos coming back, the simple thrill and pleasures of being among people, diving and mortal alike, forgetting as much as he ever could what his lot in life seemed to be- the one who always seemed to draw people to him, destined to be alone and ultimately forgotten by most.

"I'm Po, by the way. And you are?" He extended his hand in a friendly greeting, hoping to learn more about the captivating stranger before him. "You come here to the market often?"

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