He didn’t know what a butterfly was, they didn’t have those in the Underworld, but after he met her he wanted to learn more about them, wanted to write about them but especially anything and everything she told him.

When he asked, the petite little goddess with her colour-changing hair giggled: “Butterfly kisses, see?” And when she fluttered those long lashes as roses trickled out of the tips of her fingers he knew he would write about this too.