grape goddess

Eir felt a surge of jealousy as she watched him kiss Idunn's hand and whisper in her ear. She clenched her goblet, filled with her own wine, and drank it in one gulp. She was a goddess, and Idunn was only a fairy. She had more power, more wisdom, more dignity. She deserved more respect, more love, more devotion. She would not let Idunn steal her place in Bacchus' heart, or in the pantheon of the gods. She would show them all who was the true mistress of the vine, and who had the right to rule over the realm of wine. She would challenge Idunn to a contest, a duel of grapes and wines, and she would prove her superiority once and for all. She would make Bacchus and the other gods choose between them, and she would make them regret their folly. She would unleash the wrath of a scorned goddess, and that was the beginning of an epic tale.

She gazed at the revelry below, where Bacchus led his drunken followers in song and dance. He was her lover, but she knew he cared little for fidelity or loyalty. He only sought pleasure and intoxication, wherever he could find them. She was Eir, the goddess of grapes and wine, and she had given him the best of her fruits, the dark and rich ones that made the blood boil and the senses reel. But she was not the only one who offered him her gifts. There was also Idunn, the fairy of youth and spring, who grew the golden apples that kept the gods young and beautiful. She had a vineyard of her own, where she cultivated the sweet and light grapes that made the wine of joy and laughter. Bacchus was fond of both, and he divided his attention between them, often neglecting Eir for Idunn's charms.