With a slow spin of a dance that circled me, she whispered “Thinking of me as a goddess is very sweet.”

Her hair grew out with a shaken mixed color texture and her clothes changed again. Entirely believable human beachwear.

Dancing like she had veils to discard her hands would flow across her arms and belly.

Finally, she rested on the ground in front of me. Her hands smoothly at rest with her gaze distracted.

It made me wonder if knowledge about things (being able to read minds) was enough. Does it catch you by surprised when you actually run hands across your own skin for the first time?

“Hold back thinking of me as a goddess. Real goddesses can get annoyed at that kind of thing.”

I chuckled when she said that.

She did not.