Repairs of the Heart [tag: Aphrodite]
Skadhi was a mess. At least psychologically. She didn't recall feeling nearly this mentally scattered since her father had died and suddenly she found herself married to Njord. It was a jumbled mess inside her head and she didn't know which emotion to run with. Anger would likely win out in the end, but that was still being reined in, knowing full well that barging in on Aphrodite with weapons and armor would earn the scorn of Ares and while Skadhi had full confidence in her ability as a warrior and hunter, she didn't particularly want to take on Ares when she couldn't think clearly.
She went home again before going to confront the Greek goddess, this time to change into something a bit more appropriate. Considering that when she saw Freyja she had still been dressed as she had been to capture Loki. Skadhi took the time to make herself up a bit. Well she knew that she was a beautiful woman, and it did well to look her best to see a vain goddess to took so much pleasure in claiming to be the most beautiful in her pantheon. Someone so vain that the stories told of her wrath if anyone so much as claimed to be as beautiful as her.
Really, that went a bit far.
Besides, it was in Skadhi's best interest to look put together. What if she happened upon Hermod again and... She shook her head, not wanting to think about it any longer.
Not one for summoning as a general rule, it felt so... crass, and really it was rude if you never met the god or goddess before, she instead decided to meet the goddess on her own ground. Number one rules when confronting an enemy you wanted to gain something from was to make sure they felt comfortable and not threatened. Which didn't mean she was a fool and went unarmed but it meant she wasn't going to bang down the doors to the goddess' Olympic temple with spear and sword at the ready.
Instead, taking her leisurely time to find her way around Olympus, partially out of a love-stricken desire to not let the feeling go and partially because it was just a magnificent sight to being with, Skadhi made her way to the temple that had to belong to Aphrodite. She stood at the door, with a blue skirt, white blouse and large brimmed hat -as if she were preparing to go to the races for the day, and knocked before being ushered inside by attendants and asking after their Mistress. “I need to speak with Aphrodite,” she said as calmly as she could manage considering how very angry she was that she was in this situation to begin with.