"Ganesha - the God." She's happily letting the water run over her. Raking her fingers through it in long motions. "The Goddess Parvati, Goddess of love, fertility and devotion, wanted to bathe, but she could do not do so safely, as her husband, Lord Shiva, the God of creation and protection, was not there."
More splashing, and she goes to gather up her clothes. Scrubbing them briefly, easy enough that in that it hadn't settled into dry long. Talking as she cleans it. "Shiva had left on his many wanderings. So, to protect herself, she shaped herself a guard - her son, Ganesha. She made him brave and strong."
Gently, still sloshing about in the water, pulling it up and twists it between the two hands to ring the water out, watching it run red and red less each time. When it comes out clean that last time, she drops it back again. Watching his turned back. "But then when Shiva returned and found a strange man standing outside his wife's room, he cried out in rage. Who dared try to stare at his wife bathing?"
She creeps up behind him, not that quietly, mind you, clear that it's her and not and walker, the wet clothes in her hands. Dripping between her fingers, until she was close enough behind to him to lean the sodden clothes over his head. "And he attacked Ganesha, his own son, with all the fury and might he could muster, with his armies of demons, and cut off Ganesha's head." Her little story complete, she viciously squeezed the water out of the the clothes, splashing water over his hair.
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More splashing, and she goes to gather up her clothes. Scrubbing them briefly, easy enough that in that it hadn't settled into dry long. Talking as she cleans it. "Shiva had left on his many wanderings. So, to protect herself, she shaped herself a guard - her son, Ganesha. She made him brave and strong."
Gently, still sloshing about in the water, pulling it up and twists it between the two hands to ring the water out, watching it run red and red less each time. When it comes out clean that last time, she drops it back again. Watching his turned back. "But then when Shiva returned and found a strange man standing outside his wife's room, he cried out in rage. Who dared try to stare at his wife bathing?"
She creeps up behind him, not that quietly, mind you, clear that it's her and not and walker, the wet clothes in her hands. Dripping between her fingers, until she was close enough behind to him to lean the sodden clothes over his head. "And he attacked Ganesha, his own son, with all the fury and might he could muster, with his armies of demons, and cut off Ganesha's head." Her little story complete, she viciously squeezed the water out of the the clothes, splashing water over his hair.