Nymphs and Dragons

The Nymph

The nymph had been occupying her time on earth, she loved the flowers that grew through the soil and something about the energy there felt right. They were not flowers only grown by energy but flowers grown by multiple energy sources that needed care, they were co-dependent on so many resources the nymph pitied them. She used her divinity upon these plants and flowers and as time came by she discovered her purpose. That purpose was flowers. Her body was tall, proud, but not slender. She had thighs that rubbed, parts that hands would shake to sink their hands into, quite literally the figure of fertility. Her ears pointed, hair long, but veiled by flowers that cascaded down her back continuously growing like vines but also softly dying off in petals, laying about like a bride walking down the isle.

One Day in the morning she met the god pulling the Earths sun, he stopped and was happy to know of her, he spoke of humans, and spoke of her work with the flowers and herbs and went on as his duties were of more importance.
The nymph walked about her feet bare as to feel the vibrations of roots under the earth, in a garden of roses she met a girl. A mortal woman with dark hair and olive toned skin, her eyes brown and beautiful as the earth that supported life. This girl before her, were cut flowers, honey, olive oil, sugar, and sweet wine, and a white pillar candle.

"Oh nymph of the flowers, please continue to bless us with your fertile touch and assist us in growing our plants." The mortal girl spoke.

The goddess unmasked her veil and allowed herself to be seen to the human eye. The nymph stooped and took the wine and the small offering of honey.  "Thank you for such lovely gifts." She spoke her words soft and divine.

This mortal woman became the goddesses first priestess. The two became close and soon ended up always being combined.