Power gathered around her, invisible, powerful as a gale wind but gentle as the early spring breeze that caressed her bare skin. The air turned to stillness, while the sense of power grew, prickling the skin of her arms. An ox-length away, the ground shifted, as if disturbed by some small burrowing animal, then, with no further warning, the tilled soil fountained upward, a geyser of earth that solidified into a pillar, then into the rough shape of a man.
Ninia watched, unable to look away, her heart quickening. The rough shape took form before her eyes, broad and tall, dwarfing every man she had ever laid eyes upon. Rough dirt softened into flesh, a few shades lighter than the ground which formed it. Eyes blinked open in the perfectly-formed face, deep and verdant green. Vines erupted from his bare scalp, falling down his back in a wild cascade that the elaborate braids on her own head poorly echoed. Between his thighs, a root protruded, reshaping itself into erect flesh, while around it tiny tendrils drew and coiled into tight curls.
At last, no pillar of earth stood before her, but a man. Ninia’s eyes drank him in, beautiful and proudly erect, brimming with life-giving power, fully human in appearance for all that he was often depicted as half-beast. There was nothing of humanity in his eyes or the force crackling the air around him, though.
“Bride.” The Earth King’s voice was a rumble, deep as mountain stones shifting together. “Come to me. Know my bounty. Let us usher the harvest in.”