Absinthe was, above all things, a mercurial goddess. What she wanted one day, would not be what she would want the second. She fell for people and gods so easily, gave inspiration to her artistes on a whim, and often did as she pleased. Mainly, because right then and there it had sounded like a wonderful idea and who would ever object to having her in their private homes? She'd been polite enough to give a warning even, so her newest mortal should feel privileged really.
Alicia had made her dress, and with a sigh she'd worn the dress she'd worn once before. It fit her well, and the weather was warm enough. She'd walked, unbothered by the masses. She'd enjoyed the attention, and it was surprisingly easy to find Alastair's home. She'd found out his address earlier but for this she'd just followed her senses. He was so very much hers it was almost hard to ignore his presence.
A smile curled around her lips as she walked up to the door. The fact that Alastair might be busy, or even not at home, didn't occur to her. She would wait, and she was curious about his home. She wanted to imprint some of her essence on the mortals home. A bit of a warning to any other divine beings out there that this mortal was hers. Of course in a few weeks she'd forget all about the mortal, and leave him chasing a faint trail that had led many into a wall, but right now Absinthe wanted to say hello.
She raised her hand, ringing the doorbell and waited. She assumed someone would open the door, if not she had no trouble with finding her way inside somehow. Now she contented herself with watching the neighborhood, and waiting as patiently as she could.