Application for Aphrodite

[seafoamrisen]

There's a shimmering in the air and a scent of roses, and suddenly manifest in the entrance plaza is a woman of nearly impossible beauty. She is tall, perfectly formed, with cascades of red-gold hair.  She wears a Greek chiton of the finest translucent linen, trimmed with gold and royal purple, and around her waist is a jewelled belt of literally

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[ms_weatherwax]

Granny stared at the new arrival accusingly. She had no problem with gods, no real problem, anyway, but she drew the line at them walking about acting like people, because, when you came right down to it, gods acting like people was what caused most problems in the first place.

[seafoamrisen]

Well, wasn't this one bold as brass.

Aphrodite met the accusing stare with a sharp one of her own, as much to say yes, little sanctimonious mortal?

[ms_weatherwax]

Granny's own stare went from accusing to sharp. She knew it wouldn't do much good against a goddess, but she could hardly let a challenge go, could she?

"You ought to go back where you belong," was all she said.

[seafoamrisen]

Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "Believe me, I wish I could." Not that admitting weakness like that was any sort of fun, but that particular playing field was nothing if not level.

[ms_weatherwax]

So, this place even traps gods? Granny filed that knowledge away. There had to be a way out, and she was going to find it.

"What are you the god of, then?" Her tone was conversational, but her gaze was still hard as rock.

[seafoamrisen]

Wait, this one hadn't heard of her? Aphrodite's look went from sharp to confused. "Love and beauty, of course," she said, baffled. It was almost exactly the same sort of tone that, in another place and time and world, a spoiled starlet would use when demanding of a bouncer don't you know who I am?!

[ms_weatherwax]

Granny wasn't exactly up to speed on the gods of the Disc, let alone those of other worlds. But still, she didn't appreciate the tone of voice. "Ain't no need to talk like that," she said with false pleasantry. "Jus' asking a question, I was." Typical god behavior, she figured. Acting like a child. The problem with not aging, she had always maintained, was that you can't grow up.

[seafoamrisen]

Hmph. Aphrodite sniffed a little and shrugged. "Where do you come from, then?" she demanded. She sounded a little less petulant, but still confused.

[ms_weatherwax]

"I comes from the village of Bad Ass" don't ask "in the Kingdom of Lancre." She paused, usually that was where she ended, but then remembered that, here, she had to had, "on the Disc."

[seafoamrisen]

"Ohh." Comprehension dawned. "Another world altogether. I see." And that, she decided, explained pretty much everything there was to know about this severe little creature.