Alexarius awoke to sunlight bathing the area where he slept. He sat up and stretched, remembering the previous day's events. The other men around him began to stir and mumble amongst themselves. Alexarius decided to join their conversations. The goddess's consort was destined. Fated by the gods. There was no competition here.
"Do you believe she will administer the tests herself?" asked a man that Alexarius believed was named Demosthenes.
"I doubt it," commented another named Croesus. "She shall sit atop her throne and judge us in all we do!" The other men laughed a little, acknowledging the girl's frosty demeanor from the day before.
"It seems to me that she does not want to take a consort," someone whose name Alexarius didn't remember said.
"A lack of warmth does not mean she is unaware of her duty," Demosthenes noted.
"Aye," Alexarius said. "Perhaps she is a person that needs a bit of warming up. She could be terrified by all of you grown, hairy men." Everyone laughed, but Alexarius was serious. She must have been about 19 or 20 years old. She could have never interacted with a man before. By all accounts the previous goddesses were kept in their proverbial ivory towers during their formative years, their first interactions with the opposite sex arriving with the potential consorts. They all were the physical manifestations of her old way of life being lost forever.
The men chatted more about their lives and other things before the high priestess appeared. She was flanked by the lesser priestesses, who had breakfast.
"Good morning all," she said with a warm smile. "After eating, we will start our day."
Everyone ate quickly, eager to find out what was in store for them. They then gathered in the largest room of the temple, awaiting the goddess's entrance. She arrived, alone and without flourish. She wore a simple white peplos that most women used, and that Athena was known for. Her arms were exposed, and her hair was down, flowing slightly past her shoulders. Alexarius wondered why yesterday she was dressed so regally, and now she was dressed rather plainly. She looked radiant. And yet she still had that detached look on her face. After settling into her throne, the high priestess looked at her a bit sternly. The goddess stood to address the men.
"Good morning. I hope you all slept well and are prepared for the tests that will be administered in the coming days," she announced. She sat back down and set her face to stone once again. Alexarius was captivated. She was an enigma. Sofia was warm with him during introductions, yet generally she was unreachable. He suspected it was because she was scared of the change that they represented, but he also believed it was because she was impossible to impress, something that made him want to impress her tenfold.
"The goddess has chosen a series of tasks that all of you must perform. At different points during this process, if it has been determined that your fate does not lie here, you will be sent home," informed the high priestess. "Today there will only be one task," she glanced at Sofia who flashed her first genuine smile for all the men to see.
"Archery"
Alexarius had dabbled in archery. He was not the best archer one had ever seen but he could hold his own. It didn't surprise him that such a refined sport was to her liking. He began to wonder if she hunted or if she just shot at targets for diversion. He could imagine her shooting at birds and bringing them in to be cleaned and eaten.
The men were directed outside, where they were shown to 7 targets. Bows and arrows were bundled around each one. The goddess took refuge under a tree with the priestesses. Alexarius would've given anything to lounge with her. He would reach under her garment and-
"Archers, ready!" shouted the goddess. The lesser priestesses giggled at her forwardness. "You all will shoot at the targets. Those who impress the goddess and priestesses with his form and accuracy will stay, those who do not will leave," the high priestess said. She took her spot with Sofia on the ground.
Alexarius recognized that they would be outside for quite some time. There were thirty of them. If they were all to shoot seven times, that was over 200 shots. Not to mention time dedicated to watch form. He decided not to complain, figuring this was a test of endurance. He made a mental point to be one of the last to go, that way she would remember his performance.
The first men who went were full of bravado. It was clear to Sofia that they believed she was a prize to be won. They would try whatever they could to show off their physical prowess. That was why they went first. Some were pretty good archers, with the form to boot. Others got lucky in terms of accuracy. After them came the men who were more or less humble. They were only there to perform the task, something Sofia was grateful for.