a springtime goddess

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I liked to pay my respects to each and every god I knew, even if it were with only a flower. I offer silver and blue snowdrops for Marezko at the beginning of every winter, and red and orange chrysanthemums for Aspeno every autumn. Kyoleia usually gets flowers from everybody in Valentine, including Lythena, but I still leave her a single pink rose every spring, and I offer Therostas whatever flower I believe that he would like in the summer months.

But Kyoleia reunites with Lythena every spring, and the cycle starts all over again. I’ve always thought it was a tragic cycle, but I imagine that it’s what Lythena deserves. She’s a goddess of love, after all, but it’s still her own fault.
As the summer sun beat down upon my head, I cut another clipping of daisies and combined them with the bunch. I wondered if Therostas would like a flower. I chose a pretty orange rose, carefully removing the thorns one by one and then setting it aside. Surely he'd at least appreciate it; he had never been worshiped the way Kyoleia had.

Kyoleia had granted us a lovely spring before leaving to allow Therostas to take her place. During Therostas’ summer months, Kyoleia and Lythena maintain a thriving long-distance relationship. But as the autumn season kicks in, you can tell their relationship begins to shrivel, and the flowers and trees begin to die off in preparation for winter. It’s said that depending on the year, Lythena has an affair with either Therostas, the god of summer, or Aspeno, the deity of autumn. By the wintertime, when Marezko brings winter to the Ekovian Plains, their relationship has wilted and died.

I held a bouquet of roses and tulips up to my nose, taking in the lovely scent of freshly fallen rain and earthy soil from their petals. Lythena would surely appreciate these. Springtime had offered an incredible harvest of flowers this year, and I wanted to say thank you to Kyoleia, the goddess of spring. I hoped that Lythena wouldn't pull one of her sly tricks and keep the flowers for herself, though I had no way of knowing if she would or wouldn't.