Chapter 3

Rose didn’t waste words, was succinct and mostly quite serious. I was a regular chatterbox of enthusiasm. I begged her to tell me everything about everything. Did she get to see her sisters? Did she come from their higher plane of existence? Did they remember me? I went on and on. She was patient.

I didn’t pay any attention other than a “thank you” to the barista who covered the cost of our coffees. I was naked, no pockets for money and Rose, a deity, didn’t do exchange for purchases. But she, the barista, just smiled, winked at me and I said I would like to repay her if she ever needed me. She wrote her phone number on me with a Sharpie to take along. So, I continued asking Rose questions. It turns out she was not really involved with her sisters and yet she was directly related, definitely a goddess.

She grew up on a sheep ranch not among her own, orphaned from her world. A baby with funny ears meant no challenge for the ranch owners who were used to all strains - four legs or two. But she grew up in short order, worked her way into their hearts and managed to carry her own weight with work, and then some.

Let’s just say it was often a distraction for the hired men, especially the new hands hired. They worked closely with her obvious lack of normal attire and new arrivals were warned about her not obvious but amazing strength. She didn’t seem to find joy in her handling of men who bothered her, not exactly, but anyone who understood her inborn gremlin nature knew what to expect when “horny” got in her way.

The bunk house cook was required to add a little potion to the evening meal to keep, let’s say, ‘emotions’ arrested. When they told her “Keep your shirt on” she took it literally and assumed the rest not her problem. But then an elfish nymph is simply a nymph and a gremlin. She had her instincts to satisfy. Teasing was her way. It seemed she almost looked forward to have some guy bother her. Those who knew ahead anticipated.

The hired hands learned not to assume any weakness in her regard for hers was magic and powerful beyond compare.

The regular and old top hands were used to working alongside her and they loved to joke and dare her to perform amazing feats of strength. But more than one casual passer-by would stop with a double look - astonished for too many reasons to recount in short order.

She had such a look about her and real nymphs in those parts were a very rare occurrence.

[There were, if you knew where to look, best time after dark]

She smoked who knows what in her constant odd pipe and there were so many mysteries surrounding her. It was assumed what she did with her spare time her business and because it happened at all hours nobody bothered to keep track. Hard working hands were too tired after a days work to worry about it. But there were lots of facts about her everybody figured best just left alone. Curious was an ambition felt possibly, if not dangerous, quite clumsy.

I wanted to ask her how she got mislaid in the realm of her sisters, not among them when I arrived at the dairy. But I knew enough about her sisters to know how mysterious they were, their existence, things like that. I’d not been told anything about child deities? I decided to leave questions like that aside for later. It was all too confusing but Rose made mention of not being part of “The Trouble”.

As she got older her wisdom seemed also to grow exponentially as compared to the rest of her family and at one point she seemed to age no more. Although odd, she was exotic handsome, female entirely, and there seemed no love life for her but then again what she did with her spare time was her business.

Now, she made clear the fact she had come for me. She was aware of my past and knew many facts regarding. She explained and then started asking me questions after she made it known one of her primary intents was to fuck me, a lot. Apparently she’d waited, something similar in tone to what her sisters had done and she wasn’t waiting any longer. I don’t know why I was surprised. I guess it was her very pragmatic manner being certainly anything but shy about it. “Oh, sure,” I responded. “I have to be honest though. I never thought about it yet, you know, having sex with you. That’s probably because you are so regal. In that you remind me of Branch.”