Not saying a word, she looked longingly out to the garden to where the other nymphs were jumping from shadows to sunshine like vagabonds that have no homes.
Hara watched her. Would the nymph break silence during the excitement of the watching the game? That was hard to anticipate. There was much animosity felt between herself and Echo; and Hara often wondered if the tiny nymph would plan a retaliatory assault.
It had taken guts to deprive the nymph of her chatter. A lesson to be learned from the queen’s playbook for all who crossed Hara, the queen of the gods, goddess of marriage.