Hebe
The Nectar-Bearer of Eternal Spring
Pouring nectar, not drama, since forever.
You know me: Hebe, the girl with the golden jug, always gliding between thrones, always smiling, always... there. I pour the nectar that keeps the gods ageless, serve ambrosia like it’s going out of style, and try not to trip over my own immortality. People think youth is all I am, but I’ve seen things, felt things—quiet things, mostly. Still, I serve with grace, even when I wonder what it would be like to break free of Olympus and find a spring of my own.
What I'm Into: golden amphorae, Olympian gossip, spring blossoms, Hermes’ jokes, the sound of laughter in marble halls
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