Poseidon and Qin Shi Huang

Hearing Qin's laughter, a smile spreads across Poseidon's face. His eyes, previously closed, open fully to observe his friend. Qin's "Hao" echoes, an expression of approval that Poseidon understands. He watches Qin remove his towel and submerge himself in the water, each movement fluid and graceful. A nod accompanies Qin's gesture as he settles in, his blue eyes meeting Qin's dark ones. It's a silent connection, one of camaraderie and mutual understanding. Upon hearing Qin's question about drinks, Poseidon bursts into laughter. With a flick of his right hand, he summons a small, floating table of polished amber with two crystal goblets and a jug of mead. The citrusy and bitter aroma fills the air. He takes a goblet and raises it in a nonverbal toast.

My friend always murmurs , "Go on, enjoy the drinks."
He places the cup within Qin's reach and submerges himself a little further, leaning back on the opposite edge, the water covering his mouth. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the moment, the warmth seeping into his bones. A sigh of contentment escapes his lips. With a gentle flick of his left hand, he causes a small fountain of crystal-clear water to spring from the wall, creating a soft, rhythmic sound. He opens his eyes again, his gaze lingering on the stars above the vaulted ceiling. A faint smile graces his face. Tonight, there is only tranquility and the company of a friend. A few minutes later, the soft tinkling of wind chimes announces a new presence. Poseidon opens his eyes with a small, lopsided smile. He says nothing, simply taking a sip of his mead, expectant. A sweet, floral aroma of jasmine and sandalwood begins to waft through the air, mingling with the steam. Delicate footsteps approach, and a female figure, draped in a fine silk robe, appears in the doorway.

It seems our guest has arrived. I hope she enjoys the mead as well.

Her voice is low

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