Pele sat on the side of a cliff, remembering; the only thing gods can do when they are bored. No god can forget, after all. It sounds like a good thing to a human; never forget appointments, never forget your mother’s birthday… But a god’s mind is more prone to negativity, even more than human’s. They remember everything, but it’s the experiences they want to forget that stand out the most.
And so, Pele sighed and remembered. Normally, she would be doing something more enjoyable, like hunting, or surfing, or burning people alive… but not today. The skies were gloomy and the sun refused to shine. It wasn’t raining yet, but it was bound to. It was not a day to do much of anything, except… remember.
Pele did not want to remember, though. All she wanted was a break in the clouds. She was cut off from the sun’s warmth, and it was making her slightly lethargic. If it warmed up, she’d have the energy to grab her bow and hunt something, probably a rat, just for sport. Or perhaps she could practice fighting or sharpen her weapons. Pele refused to be caught off guard, or at least, be found without a weapon. Even alone on the side of the cliff, she clutched a small dagger in her hand. A habit formed from a lesson learned.
What Pele would do for someone to talk to! However, half of her family hated her. The other half, she could not return to. How sad to live in infamy. Her reputation for pushing everyone away kept anyone new from getting close, even when she wanted them there.
And oh, how she wanted to meet someone new. Maybe someone… maybe someone who could care about her? Love her even?
“But that is a ridiculous notion…” she whispered to herself, and with that thought, she let her guard down.