While Damon was quite busy starting a family, Circe helped another living within her domain. As she was reading an old scroll of parchment, made of delicate vellum, she was interrupted by a dove landing upon her large desk. It hopped, flapping its wings and speaking in excited tones. Someone was approaching. A girl, in her late teens. And she seemed all right, not bothering the animals and simply looking at them. Circe went out to meet her. The girl asked for some directions, and the sorceress obliged, which led her to invite the girl for a little cup of tea, or some other beverage. The youngster happily accepted.
She was pleasant, complimenting earnestly the sorceress for her magnificent palace and domain. Her compliments were sincere. Rose - for such was her name - frankly thought Circe's gardens as rather wondrous, to say the least. Circe could guess that Rose was envious of her, but not in an aggressive or spiteful way. She thought Circe extremely lucky. Circe prodded discreetly the young woman about her family, but Rose remained evasive. It was clear she was not happy in the company of her mother. Again Circe took a correct guess. In fact, it was evident she was looking for maternal love, or at least a much better family life where she would be appreciated and not in an unfair competition with a brother and a sister. No matter if a family was heterosexual or homosexual, she was looking for a more convenient one for her, where she would be loved for herself. And Circe's garden was rife with creatures that would be overjoyed at becoming parents. So she discreetly slipped a sleeping powder in Rose's glass as she refilled it with tea. In no time, Rose was sleeping on the table, her head in arms. Circe thought about which spell to use and once her decision made, she cast it, spiriting Rose to a new youth and life.