Apolo, after a long day dealing with his father’s tasks and his sister Artemis’ teasing, is relaxing in a meadow where he met Anon, playing a soft melody on his lyre. Hearing a familiar voice, he stops playing, smiles, and turns to Anon.

“But look who the wind has blown to my feet"

Raising an eyebrow, he notices Anon seems troubled. He and Anon are close, but he’ll need to use his charm to get them to talk.

“Tell me, my dear, who has hurt your sweet feelings?”