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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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[ Have a measured look through violet--yes, violet--eyes, Aphrodite. All those words she doesn't understand aside, Dany's puzzled. If this woman is truly a goddess, why is she powerless against these fairies? ]

There are no goddesses of love in the Free Cities, only gods of all that is ungentle, it seems.

[ But if this Aphrodite IS a goddess, then it would be unwise to anger her. Wistfully: ] If I were home, I would ask many such boons of you. My people have known little in the way of kindness. [ And even less of gods who listen at all.

The appearance didn't go unnoticed, but Dany isn't phased. She's worn gowns that bare one breast, after all. ] Where is your home, my lady?

I know plenty of ungentle gods, they're mostly horrible and at best they're just oblivious. I'm sorry to hear your people have had it rough.

[ And she is, kind of, since she was addressed so nicely. Her whims are capricious, just like love at times. ]

My home? [ Here, she smiles widely. ] Mount Olympus! It's a shining temple atop the tallest mountain in Greece where the gods live amongst the clouds, everybody has no fewer than three windows in their room so we can always see the sky and watch the mortal world below. It smells like pine and birds are always singing, and when Zeus ruled the walls were always changing or we might have no ceilings at all so that we could feel the sun's rays whenever Apollo dragged it across the sky in his chariot.

It was nice, before some of the others died. It's still beautiful though, even if it's a little emptier than we're used to.

[ For the first time since arriving in the Drabwurld, Dany's eyes light up. Her home should be beautiful, too. Viserys said it was the most beautiful place in all the world, and though he was wrong about so many things, he wouldn't lie about that. It must shine still; she can't bear to think otherwise.

Aphrodite paints as sweet a tapestry as she's ever seen, and she can almost hear the birdsongs. But at the news of the deaths, the temple evaporates, and her face falls. ]

But how can that be? [ She's dismayed. ] Gods cannot die, surely? Not while there are those who worship still. [ She remembers the statues lining the way to Vaes Dothrak, and how Viserys had sneered at them. He'd mocked many dead empires that day, though even Valyria had fallen. ]

There was a new deity, the God of Eli. He gave a mortal woman the power to kill other gods, to usher in his new "Age of Love". [ The wryness is strong, oh yes. ] Her daughter was that god's ... strength, a great believer, kinda. It was said she'd be the destruction of the Olympian gods and make way for Eli's, the One. [ Biting her lip, Aphrodite rubs an arm and tries valiantly to smile. ] A lot of my family died trying to kill that girl, when there was a conference in Olympus over how to proceed no one ever thought there would be casualties because, like you say, gods don't ordinarily die.

Then again, we don't usually fight each other, not for long.

It was also a huge deal because we've always lived alongside the gods of other religions, other pantheons, for a long time. The Asgardians and the Olympians get along pretty well, even though they live in the north and we're from the south. I ... could never understand why the God of Eli told everyone he was all about love when he slaughtered some of my family. They weren't perfect, but they weren't bad.

Love isn't intolerant like that.

[ But, eh. Trying to put the whole thing in perspective and failing, blue eyes tick back to violet as she shrugs. ]

The girl's name was Eve. I'm hoping she doesn't turn up here.

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