Note: Reference point, pre-marriage for Harmonia. Pre-pubery, actually. So I'm going to say we're probably looking 12-13ish for her, age wise.

Harmonia had been studying things carefully, in which by things where other girls. Most of them were mortal and she had no idea how old they really were, but her best guess was maybe around her age. Maybe. But, things were wrong, somehow. She wasn't sure how, but they were. The mortal girls had extra plumpness in parts they were supposed to -the same places most of her relatives did. But her relatives were all older. Shouldn't she have this by now, too?

She wasn't that young. Well, okay, she wasn't old either. But some of these mortal girls were getting married off already. Harmonia had been watching them. Some of them even had boys coming calling after them and there was love involved. It sounded and looked very romantic. Harmonia wanted that. She wanted to be curved and beautiful and have some boy come calling after her and have her father be happy for them and then she could get married ( and have a lot of babies and live happy forever. )

Kratos stood in the middle of the road, watching the retreating figure as she stomped away. Each footstep created a little puff of dust because of the dry conditions, but to Kray's confused mind it seemed to be a manifestation of her attitude towards him. Which he couldn't quite put a finger on, but it seemed to be a combination of anger, disgust and being affronted. Was there a word for that? And one question kept throbbing in his brain, just as his cheek throbbed where she'd struck him: ( what the hell had just happened? )

To say that the Lady Charlotte Gramont, of Basse-Navarre in Basque, was unhappy was an understatement. The truth was that she was wholly, completely, terribly, utterly crushed. Her heart was broken, shattered into a million pieces, and it hurt so much she could barely stand it. Her chest actually ached with how much she hurt. And it was even more devastating because ( she was a goddess. )

She did not like the Romans. In general, at least. On a person to person level, she found those she liked here and there. But the way they listed their priorities was odd to Friendship, and she found herself truly missing the days when she was known as Philotes, rather than Amicitia. It wasn't that the Romans didn't like affection, because they certainly did. That part of her aspect they were more than willing to claim, though they seemed to prefer the physical over the emotional version of that. But friendship? ( They used it as a tool, and sometimes a weapon, rather than a gift. )