"Why did Vesuvia chose you?" he asked in a whisper.
Siona shrugged. "I don't know."
She looked up at Tyras' half-smiling, half-earnest face and asked back:"Why did she chose you?"
Tyras grimaced and replied:"Don't know either. I thought I was too old for her anyway."
With naive seriousness Siona said:"You don't look that old."
Tyras quickly turned his head so Siona would hopefully not see him blushing. He tried to tell himself that his cheeks flushed because of the ever building heat outside. Not because of the compliment.
Or because of Siona.
When he turned back he found the young woman still gazing up at him intensely. Her huge eyes touched his heart. Acting on the spur of the moment, he bent down to her and pressed his lips against hers.
Siona hesitated for a second, but she didn't break the kiss.
Tyras had wrapped his arms around her tightly, but it wasn't his eager hug that was choking Siona. Tears ran down her face. Tyras made to kiss them away but his rough, chapped lips couldn't absorb the salty liquid anymore. He wanted to whisper some soothing words but the heat took his breath away. Dusty flakes had settled in Siona's eyelashes but she couldn't move to wipe them away. The only thing both of them could do was look into each other's eyes.
And the ragingly jealous Goddess erupted.
