A Special Name

The immortal females sat in Amalthea’s chambers for the longest time that day.

“Maybe we have thought about it too much that no ideas will come anymore,” Arethusa complained.

It was an impossible criterion to abide by. Two adjectives that were the opposite of each other, yet they completed one another and they were both good!

‘Honestly, she is asking for a bit too much if not asking for the impossible altogether!’ Arethusa thought to herself when she saw the stubborn look on her daughter’s face.

‘She was always extremely persistent,’ Arethusa admired her daughter on the inside.

Amalthea was always like this, in fact, it was the first characteristic that she exhibited during her month of maturity, when she wanted to do something, she followed through with it. Unlike the immortal children that knew by instinct that when you get to live an eternity, what did not happen now was bound to happen at a later date.

“You were always unique, my darling,” Arethusa caressed her daughter’s long bl