<span style="color: #4080FF">“So punctual, my Lord,”</span>Maera greeted Aten warmly, accepting his gesture.  She withdrew her hand and traced his chin with a light touch of her fingers as she circled him slowly.  Eventually she had rounded to his other side, and she leaned in seductively, her lips parting closely to his ear.  She spoke in sweet, soothing tones.<span style="color: #4080FF"> “The time has come, Aten.  A land of your own, a land you have always deserved, the one I promised to you when this all began.  Do you remember, my love?” </span><br/><br/>She drifted away to meet his eyes.  Those flaring eyes she adored.  Long before she became a goddess of her own right, she had always loved the sun.  Midsummer had always been her time, the only time she could bask in his radiance.  And now, being his consort, it was like her dream had come true.  They all were, now.  All thanks to her sun god.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">“No other lays claim to the sea as I do.  My kingdom is here,”</span>she purred at him.  Her arms opened as she gestured to the whole of the ocean.<span style="color: #4080FF">“And now it is your time.  Where shall it be, my Lord?”<br/></span><br/>-x-<br/><br/>A nod?  That was all?  Jace found himself a little hurt.  There were how many humans left on the planet and this is how she regarded him?  He supposed she didn't care much for followers nowadays, what with the planet consisting of just a few oceans now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">/You'll not speak to me in such a manner, Olympian.  My dealings are none of your concern.  I do not see a war here, and you are overstepping your boundaries.  Leave at once, lest I summon the Daghdha to carry your remains back to Mt. Olympus in an iron cauldron for the pegasi to feed upon.  Tell her that, mortal./</span><br/><br/>“She's, er… glad to see you, too, Nike.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">/Insufferable dog./</span><br/><br/>Jace shifted nervously, glancing out at the ocean.  He supposed the presence of a goddess was either good news, or very, very bad news.  Not that he'd ever met one before accidentally killing the Morrigan, but he couldn't remember a time when encounters with powerful divines was a matter of insignificance.  It definitely probably maybe had to do with the Morrigan.<br/><br/>“So er- mortal speaking, here- may I help you, goddess madame?”