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Aphrodite spent a significant amount of time in the Temple of War, surrounded by the chaotic vibe that thread so easily there, and managed to never let it affect her. It wasn't that she never got swept into Ares' antics, merely that she never had an excuse for it - No matter, really... She held herself above excuses. Still, sometimes she grew so

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The door opened, revealing a mortal maiden with tawny hair and mossy eyes that went wide with surprise to see the Greek on the doorstep. She held a cup full of a warm, spicy drink, and somehow managed not to spill a drop in her sudden, startled halt. Then she blinked, and lowered her eyes properly, holding out the cup.

"Our Lady bids you welcome, Golden One. Will you enter and accept hospitality?"

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Ah, yes... the reverence of mortals... it alwas gave her a bit of a warm fuzzy feeling in her tummy. Offering a brilliant smile, her fingers slid around the offered cup as she swept inside past the girl

Thank you... I think I shall.

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The maiden curtseyed, and handed over the goblet before leading her into the long hall, where a pair of chairs faced each other at a slight angle to the Goddesses endless fire.

Brighid strode into the room and nodded greeting as they approached.
"Aphrodite -- welcome to my home. Will you sit with me, or have you come on a mission?"

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A mission? hardly my sort of thing, really...

Still smiling, she tilted her head a bitto the left, offering a casual nod

I've a mind to sit, if you're not to busy for a bit of social interaction.