The chariot stopped before me, the hippocampi nickering and pawing the slick pebbles at their feet. Their tails writhed impatiently. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the mother-of-pearl accents formed waves and sea creatures, and of course, a trident right down the front. Poseidon stepped out of the chariot and approached me.
Objectively, he was a rather handsome god. Tall, muscular, and deeply tanned skin like bronze, he stood taller than I. A rare but pleasing occurrence for me. A fine cloak of pale turquoise hung from his broad shoulders by a polished shell clasp. His rich teal chiton left one shoulder bare, exposing a chest, of which I made a point not to stare at, despite how tempting the idea was. Jet-black hair fell to his shoulders in thick waves and his beard was kept neatly trimmed, surprising for a man so lazy. A strong jaw