♀ ------ Waves lapped on sandy shore and jagged rock, the evening breeze bringing the stench of sea salt to one poet’s nose. She delighted in the crashing of nature- it’s various scents and sights bringing forth great inspiration. Gaea shared Her secrets with Sappho in these moments of solitude, when the lamentations of her woman fell on deaf ears.
It was then that she spotted an unusual sight- not by principle, but merely circumstance. Bared breasts were not so uncommon in her institution, as the ladies lived as freely as they wished...but none were so bold as to submerge themselves so deeply in the vast blue, vulnerable to the elements. Sappho, as she told herself, was a woman of great morality in the best of times- if this girl were one of her pupils, it was only duty to approach her.
“Maiden!” She called out, feet dipping further into the water as she held the skirts of her dress up safely from the liquid. “How fare thee? Surely you are cold- it is not quite summer until many moons from now. Are you of sound disposition?”