A goddess can't sulk beautifully in her pavilion forever. Aphrodite supposed that as long as she was here, she might as well participate in the silly little custom of meeting-and-greeting.
She probably could have picked a better subject for her first shot at it, but you had to start somewhere. Naturally, she had to make an Entrance, and she did so: manifesting from a sweetly-scented cloud of rose petals.
"Hello there," she said, looking Jazz up and down with some perplexity.
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Date: 2008-01-14 02:55 pm (UTC)She probably could have picked a better subject for her first shot at it, but you had to start somewhere. Naturally, she had to make an Entrance, and she did so: manifesting from a sweetly-scented cloud of rose petals.
"Hello there," she said, looking Jazz up and down with some perplexity.