Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

Joshy was worried about Aphodite; she'd suddenly called off, and the call itself had been late to begin with. He asked Set if they should check on her.

[Miranda_]

"I think we should," Set said. He was also worried. "She might be ill or something."

[spirit_queen]

"Yeah, let's go." Josh said.

[Miranda_]

So they went to Aphrodite's house. Set knocked on the front door.

[spirit_queen]

By this time (it was evening), Aphrodite was up, though she hadn't tamed her hair or anything. she answered the door, and Josh was completely taken aback to see her puff-ball hair that was almost an afro, but a bit too long.

"...Helena...?"

[Miranda_]

"We were a bit worried about you; if this is a bad time, we'll go."

[spirit_queen]

"Oh, no, come on in." Aphrodite said. She giggled. "My hair is the worst it's been in years."

[Miranda_]

Set entered the house. "Is everything alright, then?"

[spirit_queen]

"It is now." Aphrodite said. "Would you like something? I've no doubt you'll want an explaination, but that would take some time and you'd best get comfortable."

[Miranda_]

"No, I'm fine. It's not bad news, is it?" Set sat down on the sofa in the living room.