Open RP: Aphrodite settles in
((Backdated to the evening of 'Dite's arrival in the park.))
Fantasyland.
She would have liked to turn the mouse into a tree for his trouble and his impertinence, but it was clear even to her that seeing as how the mouse was serving some entity with the power to imprison a goddess, doing so probably wasn't a good idea. So she pasted on a smile and accepted her fate.
Moments later, a dazzlingly white swan could be seen rising from the entrance plaza, its feathers shining in the sun as it took to the air.
(She did try to fly out, and had no better luck than her daughter-in-law had done, long ago. That didn't improve her temper any.)
The helpful girl named Rukia had told her that one didn't have to stay in the part of the park where the mouse assigned one, and Aphrodite was determined to make the most of that particular fact. After circling the park several times in her swan-form, she finally came to rest in a pretty, grassy area near Splash Mountain.
By day's end, this plot of land was occupied by an elegant little marble pavilion hung with draperies of gold and purple silk. It had taken her a rather long time to manifest it correctly, architecture not being her strong point, but in the end, she was satisfied with the results. But the effort left her a bit drained, so as evening fell, one might find the goddess of love and beauty within her new abode, lounging among silken cushions on a divan of Lebanon cedar, lit by the soft glow of oil lamps and looking rather dazzlingly weary.
((Feel free to gawk, say hi, bother the goddess, etc. Note that she is in a bit of a mood, but I don't think she'll be turning anyone into trees. Yet.))
Fantasyland.
She would have liked to turn the mouse into a tree for his trouble and his impertinence, but it was clear even to her that seeing as how the mouse was serving some entity with the power to imprison a goddess, doing so probably wasn't a good idea. So she pasted on a smile and accepted her fate.
Moments later, a dazzlingly white swan could be seen rising from the entrance plaza, its feathers shining in the sun as it took to the air.
(She did try to fly out, and had no better luck than her daughter-in-law had done, long ago. That didn't improve her temper any.)
The helpful girl named Rukia had told her that one didn't have to stay in the part of the park where the mouse assigned one, and Aphrodite was determined to make the most of that particular fact. After circling the park several times in her swan-form, she finally came to rest in a pretty, grassy area near Splash Mountain.
By day's end, this plot of land was occupied by an elegant little marble pavilion hung with draperies of gold and purple silk. It had taken her a rather long time to manifest it correctly, architecture not being her strong point, but in the end, she was satisfied with the results. But the effort left her a bit drained, so as evening fell, one might find the goddess of love and beauty within her new abode, lounging among silken cushions on a divan of Lebanon cedar, lit by the soft glow of oil lamps and looking rather dazzlingly weary.
((Feel free to gawk, say hi, bother the goddess, etc. Note that she is in a bit of a mood, but I don't think she'll be turning anyone into trees. Yet.))