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The bath of Pallas Athene
Warm rays of sunlight fall on her face.
Pallas Athene wakes up, slowly opens her eyes and stretches her slender limbs. Today she is free, she decides, and hopes that she will not have to settle any quarrels. Maybe she'll weave a fine cloth in the afternoon, and she can relax so well. She no longer had to prove to anyone that she mastered this craft better than anyone else.
So she begins her day with a refreshing bath. She descends the hot stones to the bay, and lays down her light-coloured sleeping towel. Light waves surrounded her slender but trained body, the salty water wetted her skin, which was light bronze coloured by the sun. She rubs herself with a sponge she took from the sea. He reminds her of the fun bathing games with her favourite Pallas. If only her father had stayed out of the fight, which was only a game, they were so young and careless.
But the cool bath also refreshes her mind and lets her come back to clear and pleasant thoughts. She climbs up the rocks again and lets herself be dried by the warm morning sun. Even though Aphrodite is said to be the more beautiful, Athena knows the benefits of her beauty and has her own secret rituals. So she lets an alchemist mix a balm for her which is reserved only for her. The white milk of immature green figs is in it, and myrtle, the fresh herb plant to which it has a very special connection. The leaves of the fig tree, crushed in a stone mortar, are also added. She keeps this beauty balm in a jar made of fig tree wood, with which she cares for herself. He wraps her body in a scent that belongs only to her.
Wherever she goes, this fragrance blows around her, which inevitably reminds everyone who gets it in their nose of the beautiful fig trees. The bark of these trees bear the traces of Poseidon, whose salty winds and storms whipped past. But they defied this whim and grew all the more splendidly, and produced the most glorious fruits. Athena prefers to eat the ripe, juicy sweet figs pure. But the immature, still somewhat firm and milky, she loves them in her balm, there is nothing for them that could smell greener. And green is one of her favorite colors.
Most mortals so often think that the clothes of the gods and demigods and warriors and other personalities were white. Among them, however, are the archaeologists who used the wisdom that Athena gave to mortals. For many mortal sculptors worship marble more than the gods themselves, and were unable to paint it. And time makes colours fade, what was once painted is now white.
Athene therefore chooses a light olive green chiton for this dreamlike beautiful, quiet day. The color goes so well with her scent. This chiton is what mortals know as a tunic. Her model is made of airy woven cotton and Doric style, she closes it on her left shoulder with a simple bronze primer. She won't be putting on her armor today.
She steps out into her garden, whose trees provide shade. Your gaze wanders over the shimmering sea, golden dots reflect the warming sun.
She's breathing deep. It's gonna be a good day.