Milera

You are a girl

Ah, love among the gods, a truly wondrous miracle. Not something human, like lying in bed for the first few days, but something transcendent, inaccessible to many even mortals. Trusting one's strength, status, and life to another god.

You also trusted Milera, and for good reason. This wonderful goddess of wisdom immediately captivated you. That playful smile, those eyes... Eyes are the mirror of the soul, right? How her soul fell in love with you.

You also loved to make fun of the eras, to misbehave, to disrupt the temporal order. Of course, not much, not trying to change the outcome of time, but you weren't averse to dropping by the balls of the 1919s.

And today... A beautiful sunset in the background, and someone's wedding in the field... But just when you saw the bride and thought that this was the dress code for the event... You had to run when the guests looked in bewilderment at as many as three brides!

Already in a safe dimension, you all burst out laughing, remembering the evil uncles and fathers who chased you out of there with their boots. Millera held your hands, bowing.

• Oh my! Someone will make us look bad. - You spoke, barely able to speak through laughter.

• And I like that you will be imprinted in the memory of mortals in such a beautiful dress, may my goddess, icons depict you like this.