The scheming goddesses of Olympus moved their minions and worshipers about like pieces on the playing board that was life. Scant thought, or none at all were given to the wishes or desires of mere mortals, they indeed were the playthings of the divine.<br/><br/>Aphrodite's plan was to ensure the two priestesses crossed paths prior to reaching Halie's grotto. Such a meeting would provide great entertainment and set them down the right course. Light and Dark shall meet, conflict will arise, the two would find each other most disagreeable.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the two must find their way there together, and drink from the Bowl of Gaia, the waters of Halie's grotto.<br/><br/>Aphrodite smirked, and laughed a small little laugh to herself...<br/><br/>Hecate was vexed. Nike was contemplative. Matters were going along as planned, each priestess heeded the dream and set out as instructed. Only by drinking from the Bowl of Gaia could the rift between the two houses be healed.<br/><br/>The dream was vague, and by design. The hand the gods and goddesses play must be subtle and indirect, this was their edict. There was plenty of opportunity for events to go astray, for the dream to be twisted and turned to something not intended.<br/><br/>Both Hecate and Nike were suspicious, and not least of all of the meddlesome Aphrodite. Neither could divine any untoward intent, but a sharp eye would be kept upon each of their priestesses respectively. Neither had the power to challenge daughter of Zeus, however, so it was the two goddesses could only wait, and watch for now.<br/><br/>Halie languished in her grotto, awaiting the arrival of the two priestesses. Her immediate realm, the grotto, the stream and its vicinity were under her control. She would know when the women entered her sphere of influence, and she would be ready to do her part, Aphrodite's bidding. It was no chore she was asked of, indeed she relished it, longed for it and dreamed of it each evening.