Dancing With Dionysus

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"Faster," the nymph told Kalliara coldly. "You need to spinfaster, and more finely, or we'll give you to the Maenads. It's your choice."

Kalliara felt as though a ball of fire was burning in her stomach. It took every bit of her strength just to hold her composure. She gripped her spindle tightly, and looked up into the nymph's eyes. The creature was beautiful, with pale green skin and darker, riotous green hair that hung down in waves to below her waist. Her shimmering gown was created from woven thread so perfect that not even a spider's silk could rival it.Never in a thousand years will I be able to spin thread that delicate , Kalliara thought in desperation.

She was going to die here. She knew it.

"Gracious Lady," she whispered, fighting back her tears. She kept her words formal, hoping to appeal to the nymph's vanity. "I cannot do as you ask. No mere mortal will ever be able to spin thread such as that produced by you and your sisters."

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