Reyna flies off

Reyna kicked off and Scipio flew into the air. While she knew people would see her, she hoped she'd be at enough of a distance that nobody would guess that the paetreor of the Roman Legion was entrirely naked. The absurbity of such an act would make anyone who thought they saw bare skin, would obviously must be a trick of the light. It was sunny after all.

But the sun blazing down on her while accenating thoughts of her nudity did add to the freedom Reyna felt. The air whipped past and she already loved riding. There was something... different about this. Not the exhibition, enough of that had happened today for her to feel sick of that feeling. But the wind pulling her hair back, the breeze across her toned body and her bare legs kicking against the [wind.

It](http://wind.It) wasn't long before Reyna found herself... lost. Not directionwise, but thoughtwise. What was she actually going to do? Go to the nearest town and steal some clothes? Streak publically until somebody took pity on her? She may have escaped the gaze of Demigods but she certainly had not solved any problems. It wasn't much better than any mortals saw her either! Gods, her backside was aching.

Lost in thought she nearly missed the voice next to her, "Hello there!" A smirk appeared in the wind, along with a friendly smile. A blonde man flew beside her with curly locks.

Reyna squealed, nearly falling off the pegasus and onto the ground far, far below. She moved her hands, trying to steady herself without them on the steed's back and moved one atheltic arm to cover her breasts while the other clung to the reigns, "L-Look away!" She shouted, face crimson.

"I'm a God, missy," The voice responded condescendingly, "Back when I was young, we barely wore clothes."

"I-I..." She couldn't act outraged to a God, could she? Even one that was obviously checking her out. She counted to 10 in her mind, trying to focus against the immense embarrassment, "What do... you want?" She responded.

"I'm here to help," The voice said happily, "You seem like you need it."

"Can you get me clothes?" Reyna asked, desperate.

"Oh, of course. I can take you right to a place that has some." The God teased.

"T-Take me? Can't you just give me some?"

"Well, where's the fun in that?"

"I-I am honored by the offer, but I-I'm afraid I must refuse..." Reyna said.

There was a pause.

"Who said that it was an offer?" And with a cheeky smile, wink and a snap of the fingers.

Reyna found herself in one of the most embarrassing places she could be. But like all great Greek tales, the end shall be left to your imagination.