Brilliant.

[ares_dot_com]

*snickers, shaking his head*
Hebe, sis, I knew you'd blossom into something truly worthy some day. I'm still laughing.

Seth, whenever you're ready.

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[brighid_dot_com]

Oh I suppose you could call that blossoming...if shrews grow from a bush. No wonder Zeus wanted the sour little thing married off and out of his house as soon as possible! I'd have to keep her drunk if she were mine to care for!

[hebe_dot_com]

Then it's fortunate isn't it, that your opinion doesn't matter.

And my father married me off, so he could poke a rosy Trojan backside. Don't let him fool you into thinking I wasn't anything but sweet to most until he let Hera shove me towards the bastard Doofus.

A shrew huh...and once upon a time I thought the maiden smith and healer might be someone to be admired...ahh well.

[brighid_dot_com]

With only its claw, one may judge of the lion, child.

In other words, if you don't want folk to take you for a shrew, you might consider not acting like one.

Still, even the goddess of youth may have a bitchy night, and the proximity of your ape husband can be reasonably expected to have a negative effect on your demeanor, so I courteously withdraw my observation, and wait to see if your temperament becomes any less ascerbic in the coming weeks.

And it's probably best to set the record straight: I'm no maiden. I've born, and lost a son, and in fact, am quite uninhibited with my affections, where Bards, Actors, Singers, and Poets are concerned; that's one thing that Dionysus and I have in common. Ares is another. If you will strip away my laurels, dear, and expect the slight to hurt, t'were best if they were actually my own.

[hebe_dot_com]

Maiden was meant in reference to your independent nature, a title that defines you outside of motherhood, and wifely or courtesan duties.

And yes, Hercules' presence never brings out my best side. It makes me guard even more carefully what I see as precious. Dio's words to Oshun touched a nerve.

If you've reason to watch me and see if more time and observation changes your opinion. Feel free.

[oshun_dot_com]

Ochun eyes the dark edifice that houses the Greek war god, her expectations met comfortably. Pondering the prospect of a personally delivered invitation to her soiree, she instead opts to hand a pale yellow envelope with an orange wax seal emblazoned with her insignia to a servant, who she then sends off to find Lord War. With a blink of a smile, she dematerializes with little fanfare, getting her full attention back to her party...