Why a forest? Worse still, a forest in winter. The chill of it was abrasive, and hell on stilettos. The goddess slid yet again and very nearly landed on her ample posterior, and with that decided enough was enough. A stomp of her foot melted the ground under every step thereafter, and she ambled through the brambles to find Dionysus' little pet.
Eros keeping secrets was wearisome, and her other children aiding and abetting their brother's obsession with Leonard the little tattooed boy was driving her to madness. Madness was the only thing that explained being forced not just into the Underworld, but into this icy hell that the boy had chosen as his own. If he didn't have any information about her son's new pet, she'd leave him sitting on an icicle and see how he liked it.
The noise of the axe fell silent, and flowers grew over the toes of her shoes as she came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Gideon. A faded pair of jeans that hung low on slender hips, exposing a torso that glistened in the half-light, every cut of muscle visible i sharp relief, but when he bent over to pick up the the logs that lay scattered about and denim drew taut over his thighs, over the swell of his ass... and that... Oh. Dionysus was lucky she'd not seen this one, first. So very, very lucky.