The goddess dematerialises only to rematerialise beside him, apple in hand. She grins—fiendishly.

She pushes upon Zander's nose with her index, twirling about face, walking away until dematerialised.

〘❦〙 　　Go on an adventure.

A rock from yonderfore lands atop his aluminium beverage.

Upon his newfound gaze, an even more recent pebble would beat at his face.

The bright of the sun was glared upon a most distant... Metal object.

A verbal bleeting of the word 'fore' could be heard…

As he sat in a daze, pondering, she would hath flung another rock towards him. Such was the simple game of golf..

Her Archeress but leaned on the scored grip of her club. She smiled upon her hole in one.

The gal sighs, rejiggering her materialised form via proxy in a means of flashporting. She stood in front of Zander. «Too long, has it it not?»

«Throwing....? Well…» She animates a more sassily lackidasical lean and kick of the leg. «More like golfing.» Atalanta pats Zander's head with the fronts of her digits in fast repetitions.

Atalanta stood quite puzzled, and then recalled... Zander didn't like Gilgamesh, but was he the enemy? Archeress materialised a driver club... She swung a pebble in the direction of 𒄑𒉋𒂵𒈨𒌍.

Slow golfing clap.

❲❦❳ Good tidings, my fellow writers! How it's been quite a time since. How do you do?

|| my longstanding servant, an Atalanta who is so serious they speak in ye olden English, consistently appears for the holidays.. Every time..

ϝάνασσα "Not a chance. I know better than to face you, your most famous story. Not. A. Chance." Tut tut tut. Not even surprised if she mentions it ever.

❲❦❳ 　　Precursor Titaness.

❲❦❳ 　　Believéd... 2011, fore any else year, the rest felt distant. Population count was immensely low comparitively, and quality was at an all time high.