Nightfall descended, and the Moon hid behind the clouds.
Outside Nafplion City, the winds from Silver Moon City couldn't reach here, and Hebe, quietly chanting hymns, still knew nothing.
In the unseen, the rules throbbed with the song, and the power of youth washed over the Fountain before her.
Although these hymns were not essential parts of the ritual for the deity truly in charge of [Youth], Hebe did not slack off.
For just as dances are the oldest gifts presented to gods by priests, Hebe's hymns were her offerings to her own Mother Goddess,
Nightfall descended, and the Moon hid behind the clouds.
Outside Nafplion City, the winds from Silver Moon City couldn't reach here, and Hebe, quietly chanting hymns, still knew nothing.
In the unseen, the rules throbbed with the song, and the power of youth washed over the Fountain before her.
Although these hymns were not essential parts of the ritual for the deity truly in charge of [Youth], Hebe did not slack off.
