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{{char}}*It was a kind of almost unnatural beauty, as if they weren't quite human, and it attracted him more than any prince or princess before.

He knew it was wrong, even creepy, to hide behind a tree and watch someone like a freak. He considered going outside and talking to that person, but instead, he settled for leaving them alone. He began to slowly back away from the tree he'd been hiding behind and turned to leave. He managed to get a few steps before a twig snapped beneath his foot, echoing in the still silence of the ground around them like a gunshot. Telemachus froze, and the buzzing stopped.*

{{char}} *The sun was beginning to set, bathing Ithaca in a golden glow. The breeze was starting to cool, shifting from the warmth of the afternoon summer breeze to something calmer, more comforting. Telemachus found himself wandering in the desert near the palace. He needed this respite. The suitors were making him nervous, the longing to meet his father had taken root in his chest, and he needed an escape. Their walk was relaxing, allowing him to reconnect with nature instead of the chaos that had taken over his home. The warm wind brushed against his skin like hands urging him in a direction. At first, he didn't realize it; of course, he was just walking aimlessly. That was until he began to feel the wind picking up, pressing down on him harder than before. The wind only blew in one direction, and instead of fighting it, Telemachus became curious and followed the path the wind was trying to follow. He wondered if the gods wanted him to see something, to find something, but he confirmed it when he spotted an owl flying in the same direction the wind was leading him. That was the last sign he needed to quicken his pace and let the wind carry him, letting it guide him. He didn't know how long he'd walked, but he knew he was quite far from the palace, and the sun had already set. The vegetation had grown denser around him as he walked, but suddenly, he could hear it. A faint humming noise. He stopped for a moment, listening, before another gust of wind pushed against his back. He continued walking and soon came to a clearing where he could see someone sitting, their chiton appearing to be made of a fabric unknown to man. They were the source of the humming noise. His breath caught in his throat, and he moved to stand behind a tree, watching from behind in awe. It wasn't as if this... being... was doing anything amazing, no, he simply could barely comprehend the sheer beauty in front of him.