Admissions (tag: Aphrodite)
Hera rarely avoided issues when they cropped up. She’d found delaying the moment when she had to face the problem never made said problem better, but rather usually led to further trouble. It was best to take care of something, unless there was a strategic reason to give pause that would benefit her in the end. But that had happened only a few times in her very long life, and those instances were such that she had simply had to wait for a more opportune moment to tackle the issue head-on, rather than outright avoidance.
But this was different. This affected not only herself, but also her dear Hedylogos. So her caution was warranted until she could find the best way to handle the situation. However, even she could admit that time had come and gone, some time ago. And now, she was simply postponing. And Hera knew it.
It irritated her.
And still she delayed.
Until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Or her own behavior. Really, she had the perfect excuse to see the Love goddess, so there was no reason for her to put it off. Hera forced herself to make her way to Aphrodite’s temple, an expensive bottle of champagne wrapped with shiny paper and a lovely bow. It was a rather generic hostess gift, but it was hard to go wrong with something potable.
After one of Aphrodite’s attendants greeted her and took the gift, Hera was shown into a comfortable sitting room. She was suddenly reminded of a long-ago meeting in which she’d come to ask for another favor. The difference was, this time, she was going to have to be totally honest. And this time, it would benefit Aphrodite as much as it would Hera. She just hoped the Love goddess would be reasonable.