WHO: Aglaia & Galahad WHEN: Wednesday evening WHERE: Downtown Manhattan WHAT: Your classic Damsel In Distress and Knight in Shining Armour scenario... WARNINGS: attempted muggings ftl.
The beauty salon she worked in was called 'Aphrodite's', something which amused Aglaia - age-old handmaiden of the Goddess of Love - to no end. She may not have been Aphrodite but she was the closest these people were going to get. Aglaia couldn't imagine Aphrodite lowering herself to work in a salon. Aglaia, however, didn't mind. She enjoyed the work, enjoyed making people feel as beautiful as possible. In fact, since coming to America in the thirties her only jobs had been taking care of the appearances of others. Aglaia found it deeply satisfying. She had been born to serve others joyfully.
Tonight the youthful goddess was the last one to leave and she locked up, darkness slowly closing in and the street lights turning on the brighten the gloom. With the alarms set and the keys pushed into her bag, Aglaia made her way in the direction of home a few blocks away, humming quietly to herself.
The figure must have sidled up beside her because she didn't even see them until they grabbed for her bag. The shriek was one of surprise and Aglaia clung to the bag as though it contained far more important things it did. It was hers! "No!" she shouted. "No, stop!" He yanked her sharply, swearing at her in frustration, and Aglaia hit the pavement hard on her hands and knees, the bag still tangled around her arm.