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She was in her darkroom developing some of her most recent photography pursuits. The wildfires in Texas had been her work, a necessity of course but this time she had been there to see her work first hand and to photograph it. It had been oddly satisfying to see it happening although an unexpected downside had been seeing the animals attempting to flee the burning reach of the flames. The fear in their eyes had gutted her and there had been times where she broke down after stumbling across the charred remains of one who just wasn’t fast enough. However, despite that her camera never once left her eye and some of the pictures coming to live before her bore the air of morbidity. Unable to take much more of it, the Goddess fades out of that room and into her gym next door. When she reappears her eyes fall upon a set of throwing knives instantly reminding her of Ares.

It had been sometime since she had seen him but that was the nature of their unconventional relationship if it could even be called that. He came and went from her temple as often or as little as he pleased, most visits not lasting any longer then the amount of time it took to satisfy the most primal of their needs. Flidais did not pine away waiting honeyed words, declarations of feelings or soft caresses, for she knew there would be none from him. That was his way and she would dare not to change it. However, despite the lack of outwardly signs of affection, Flidais felt that he did care about her to some extent. She was confident that if she were to find herself in a dire situation and called for him he would come to her aid. Of course, there was a bit of doubt over exactly why he would come. Would it be because he cared or only to ensure that their sex life wouldn’t be interrupted. Sighing softly Flidais turned away and headed up to the main level of her home, her next destination unknown.