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[ The room is pink. Pink, gold, and are those fluffy, clever bunnies-the-size-of-imps running around adjusting the statues? Might be. ]

Hey! Goddess of Love speaking! Pay attention. [ She's curvaceous, tall, and dressed in enough chiffon that you'd think physics would keep her covered up, and yet. ] Hi-iiii. My name is Aphrodite, you might know me by a bunch of other things.

Obviously this place is like Ares's wet dream with all the war biz going on, but that's not my jam. Love would be the name of my game. Problem is, I don't have anywhere for mortals to leave messages for me when I'm busy and I am so not answering calls for help on this locket indefinitely because, uh, I have a life, so here's the deal; build me a temple near the edge of Dorchadas and I'll give you a freebie. That babe you've had your eye on? I'll make them fall in love with you! Are you ugly as a toad? I'll give you a permanent make-over! This is a one-time thing because I'm feeling generous ... and clearly don't have any offerings coming in, ugh. Speaking of, if you want to leave cute shoes as a gift, I'm a size six.

So yeah! Get in touch.

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...Lumina. [Congratulations, Aphrodite, you've managed to throw Lumina off and that is impressively hard to do. After a second though she has something to latch onto, so she lets out a breath that's half a laugh and puts her hands on her hips.]

Shouldn't you know if I'm one of your kids?

[She isn't, of course, but she doesn't say that.]

I can't keep track of those crazy kids, if they're not on Olympus then they're not a god. That means we won't have much in common, sadly.

Huh. [Family was a weird thing for Lumina. She'd always wanted it but didn't know what to do with it when she found it. Still.]

I bet they just love to know you can't even remember who they are, huh.

Honestly? It's easier for demigods on earth if their immortal parent stays out of their lives. They can't come and live on Olympus, usually, and people give them a hard-enough time if they figure out who they are. My brother Hercules gets flak all the time but he loves his family, mortal and godly alike.

Herc's ... one of a kind though.

Yeah, no clue who that is.

[She smirks.]

Sooooo you're protecting them by...completely forgetting about them.

I bet they don't see it that way, huh?

Probably not, but then again gods have a crappy rep most of the time anyway, so it's not like I'm disappointing already lowered expectations.

Gods are pretty stupid, yup.

[Lumina has such a low opinion of them it is not funny.]

So, what's your plan, huh? Post-shrine, I mean? Assuming somebody builds you one.

Some of them can be.

My plan? To help people, that's what I do.

With love?

Preeeeetty sure everybody's too busy killing everybody else for that one.

Yeah, but if they were too busy making love to pick up their weapons, everyone would get along and killing would be moot. Unless someone, like, had a heart-attack because they had the best sex of their life, but I take no responsibility for that.

Of course you don't.

But, if you did pull it off...that means the war would stop. And the monarchs aren't gonna be happy about that!

They can suck my shapeshifting dick, as far as I'm concerned.

[That's certainly enough to make Lumina burst out laughing, though she covers her mouth quick enough.]

Well! That's...uh. [She actually looks a bit embarrassed. People are usually not so crass around her!]...descriptive.

[ Grinning, she shrugs and sits down in a very ladylike fashion on a plush couch. Ahem. ]

There are a ton of pantheons where I'm from and each of them has their own version of the Fates along with an object that controls reality at the whim of those specific gods. Our is called the Loom, the Asgardians have the Book of Norn, and so on and blah blah blah. What I'm thinking is, these Celtic gods? They've got something like that too. Destroy it and, poof! We all go home.

[Lumina had never heard the term 'celtic' before, so she files it away for later. Once she's less embarrassed, maybe. At least her surprised blush faded by the time she starts talking.]

I don't know. They've been doing this for thousands of years, right? If it were that easy somebody would've figured it out by now.

Caer Scima blew up last year, and nobody found a magic go-homey-thing.

Thousands of years is nothing, trust me. It's a fancy way of saying "we've had a whole load of time to kill". Why did the castle blow up?

The seelie attacked. [Lumina wrinkles her nose, and from her tone it's very clear how she feels about them.]

They're always doing that. I was living in Mair until two months ago when they took that too.

The Seelie who wanna put this magical gemstone back together, the one made out of bits of us. Including them, I'm guessing.

[ Errr. ]

Why is everyone fighting when we'd all have to die to make the stone anyway?

Weeeeell. The way I understand it, is the seelie are kinda...hoping for that?

See, they think that the whooooole universe is gonna end, right, and if they can get all our shards and all their shards and lump 'em all together, then when this universe goes kablooie, they can make sure another one happens afterwards.

Like...reincarnation. Except way bigger.

Gods, that's such a hippy scheme to buy into. Fae, ugh. I guess I'll talk to whoever's in charge whenever I get the chance.

You're just gonna go and have a chat with the seelie monarchs?

I guess I can try. They're all about courtly love, right? They can't be that weird.

Sure, that would make sense...

Exceeeeept they will kill you and rip your shard out the second you show yourself down there.

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