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[call_answer]

[Echo sits in front of a mirror making faces. It's highly entertaining to the little nymph and she giggles silently, sticking her tongue out.]

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[warlike_strife]

Poor Echo.

[call_answer]

'Echo...' [looks around, looking sheepish for making the faces]

[warlike_strife]

Oh, it's all right. I'm glad you found something to make you smile. I'm not always mean, you know.

[call_answer]

'Not always mean, you know...'

[smiles widely again, and makes room in case she wants to sit too]

[warlike_strife]

<[Sits down beside her]

Do you miss it? Dancing and playing and singing?

[call_answer]

'Miss it...'

[a lot; whenever she thinks about it, it just depresses her]

[warlike_strife]

]Have a hug from the goddess of strife. She may or may not be up to something]

Would you change it?

[call_answer]

[accepts hugs always from everyone]

'Change it...' [nods vigorously]

[warlike_strife]

Whose fault do you think it is? I've heard conflicting rumors.

[call_answer]

[This is a difficult question. Give her a moment.]

[eventually points to herself]

[warlike_strife]

Oh, Echo, I don't think so. It's not your fault he didn't see what was in front of him. Men are like that sometimes.

[call_answer]

'Men are like that sometimes... ' [She would hate men if she didn't love them so much. She nods slowly]

[As for the question, she shrugs, though she really wants to say "Hera."]

[warlike_strife]

I'd say it's all Mother and Aphrodite's fault, yes?

[call_answer]

[Well...]

'Mother...'

[warlike_strife]

Quite. I do have to admit, I come by my jealous side and my mean streak honestly.

[call_answer]

[Well, you're all gods, so that happens quite often. Echo shrugs again, downcast.]