Welcome to Gaia! ::

Naomi sighed, and walked up to the house her mother had made for her. She would stay here for eternity, have boys come and swoo for her, and then leave her. An never ending cycle of love, she supposed. She studied the house, it was a nice shade of blue. Naomi couldn't believe she was doing this. Yet it seemed the only thing possible.
"Well, here I go." she said, picking up her bag.
She entered the house, and saw furniture. It had all been made, just for her. Naomi walked the hall, and found her room, her cherry red bedspread from camp already laid out. Across the hall, another room sat. She wondered who's that room was for.
She dumped her stuff down, and got changed. She took off her t-shirt and jeans, and replaced it with a long blue dress. She studied herself from the mirror. She let down her tied up hair. Now she looked like a true daughter of Calypso.
She walked out, and sat down in the sand near her house. She planted a few flowers, and looked up at the sky. It was beginning to have a sunset. How the sun's reflection crashed into the water made her smile. This was what she could get used to.

She got up from her bed and hugged her brother. Then she retreated. "I will try my best. At least it's better than being a huntress, I can still love. Just less often."Naomi said. "Tell our brother I am sorry, if he is angered with me."

Naomi nodded, and went over to a mirror. She sat down on a tall stool, and brushed her long blond hair. A thought appeared. Would she stay the same for all eternity? She shook her head, making her hair unruly once more. She restarted the brushing, and after a few minutes, set the brush down. With a sigh, she looked out the window.
"So peaceful."she said.

Calypso stopped outside the door and put on what she hoped was a peaceful expression. She knocked on the door.

Calypso opened the door. And sat down beside Naomi on the bed. She signed and blew a piece of hair out of her face. "Naomi...I'm not sure where I should start. If...if given the chance, would you go back to him?" She had placed her magic carefully. Naomi was only immortal if she remained on the island.

Calypso hugged her daughter, not sure what to say. "I'm not sure why he came back." Suddenly she scowled. "No, I know exactly why he came back. So he wouldn't feel guilty."

Calypso nodded. "Hate isn't what I'm known for, but perhaps hate is the first step to get over grief."