Peitho was angry and she didn't like the feeling but as she walked and watched the other goddess, it stayed firm as a part of her. The worst thing, was that she didn't know if she was angry at Rosmerta, or Hermes, are even a little at herself for being so foolish. But they were going to TALK now, and hopefully they wouldn't resort to fighting each other.
But yes they would talk and Peitho would get the answers and explanations that she wanted.
She looked ahead when the other spoke and nodded as she could see the stall being spoke of then. Yes it would do nicely. "That sounds like it could work well," she answered and continued walking.
Peitho wondered how long they'd know each other, how long things had been going on. Did Hermes know her before or after Peitho? Somehow that did make a difference, to Peitho. She would confront him soon enough and ask her own answers of him. Or maybe she would just throttle him. That seemed a good plan as well. In many ways she was very much like her mother; she didn't like not being the focus, and meant or not, this felt like replacement.
Were there more of them? What if he had one if every Pantheon, or more than one? Oh she didn't know if she could deal with this.
The two move to the stall and she was still in her head when Rosmerta spoke up and her head popped up and she looked at the other goddess. Her expression narrowed just slightly, though bemused as the blurting out of words reminded her of Philotes. "Is that so? Well we do have our arrangement as well. There is no being tied down for either of us as well. He and I are far too free spirits for that, however, we do love each other. I have loved him for a good long while."
They both loved Hermes. She wondered now, did he love them, either of them?