ENCHANTED ━━━━ ❝ and it was enchanting to meet you ❞
IN WHICH, when snow put emma in the wardrobe in the enchanted forest, a goddess was put in a secret cove in the enchanted forest by the olympian god, zeus, ten years later...
season one ━━━━ sea...
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015. kathryn nolan
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"YOU THINK I'LL LOOK good as a redhead?" Questioned Aphrodite as her and Emma were walking up towards Granny's.
Emma glanced at her, curiously, "I don't know, why?"
"I thought about it." She shrugged.
The Sheriff looked confused about Aphrodite's question but brushed it off when the two bumped into the two strangers that arrived in Storybrooke almost a week ago, now.
"We've been meaning to bump into you." The man said to Emma.
Aphrodite gave Emma a wary looked, "Is this a cue for me to leave...?"
"No," The brunette woman chuckled. "You can stay."
"Well," The man turned to look at Emma. "Ww were hoping we might grab that drink you promised us."
"Is that so?"
The woman nodded, with a faint smile, "Yep."
"I thought you came here to write," Emma pointed at the man before she pointed at the woman. "And I though you came here to write music, for inspiration."
August smiled, stepping closer, "Well, we're optimistic about that drink."
"See, I have a policy," Emma began. "I won't take drinks from people who won't tell me their names. I find it weeds out the secrets, like if they store body parts in their freezer. It was nice talking to you."
Emma walked away, followed by Aphrodite as she gave them a small wave.
"It's August," Emma and Aphrodite stopped in their tracks and turned to face them. "August W. Booth." He finally introduced himself.
"Really? With the middle initial?" Emma questioned.
"W's for Wayne."
"I'm Harmonia," The woman introduced herself. "I'm Harmonia, the musician."
"So, there goes your reason for not meeting us here after work." August smiled at Emma.
Aphrodite stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the young woman before her. Harmonia—the name echoed in her mind, a distant melody. She knew this girl, but the memories remained elusive. She searched Harmonia's face, the curve of her cheek, the glimmer in her eyes.
"Harmonia," Aphrodite murmured. "Where have we met before?"
Harmonia smiled, a bittersweet recognition. Her heart ached that her mother was right before he eyes and she couldn't reach out to her, talk to her like before, she couldn't do anything until the curse was broken.
