A Delicate Test
A delicate silence was broken as Cassiopea popped into existence in front of Athenia. Laying in a golden bathhouse of her own creation, the goddess had her eyes covered with a warm wet towel and her legs were widely stretched across under the glistening water. Showing no dignity at the moment, Athenia could feel her inner thigh muscles finally easing up from the tension they'd gathered by sitting crossed-legged on her throne.
"What is it, fairy?" She huffed, slowly lifting the towel off her face and lifting it to look at Cassiopeia.
Anxiously hopping left and right through mid-air, the fairy kept swinging like a pendulum–her hips bouncing more than the rest. A look of worry was flashing across her face, and the apparent biting on her nails made Athenia cringe a little.
"Stop biting your nails before I kick you out," she warned and with a startled hop, the fairy hastily folded her hands behind her back.