Philotes was lost. There was just no getting around that fact. She'd taken a left turn somewhere north of Rome and now, she just had no clue where she was. She didn't yesterday either. Or the day before that. Because she was lost. But it was quite alright, really, because she kept meeting the most interesting people while she wandered around, and if she sincerely wanted to go home it was just a matter of willing herself there, so the truth was she was sort of enjoying being lost. The area was very, very pretty.
Well, not so much in the dark. And if she was being fair, she hadn't meant to be out this late in an area she didn't know. But she was having such fun being lost, she didn't really want to go home, so she'd been staying locally. Except tonight, she hadn't been able to find a stranger to take her in, or an inn with a vacant room, or any inn at all really. Lottie hadn't seen a large population center all day, actually, so she was pretty sure she was in a fairly rural area. Somewhere. Tonight was the first time she'd really felt lost since becoming lost.
So when she saw light up ahead, Lottie hurried forward hoping to find a kind farmer and his wife who would want to feed her and give her a place to sleep, even if it was in the hay in the barn. Instead, she found a woman in the middle of a field, all by herself, looking over... Lottie had no idea what she was looking over. But she did know this was not an ordinary woman. There was a tingle in the air, a certain electricity that she could feel tickling up her spine, that informed her this was a fellow divinity.
“France?” Though it was dark out and wouldn't make any difference, Friendship glanced around. “Is that where I am? I was way off. I've been meandering, and I thought I was west of France, but apparently not. Hm.” Then she realized she was being incredibly rude, so she offered her hand along with a bright smile. “Hello. I'm Philotes, Greek, Friendship and Affection. Are you lost too? Probably best that we don't burn the place down, lost or not. They get cranky about that sort of thing, don't they?”