“Every few years?”, Brandon exclaimed, “Seems the goddess of love and beauty truly cares for her adorable boy”, he chuckled lightly and bumped Davan with his hip.
Brandon was all ears, knitting his thick, blond brows when Davan described Gemma to him, “Hmmmm, I can believe the daughter of Ares to be beautiful, but sweet, you say? Really?”, the young demigod found it hard to believe. “I believe you, of course, but the old myths are full of the war god’s children being nothing but trouble”. After thinking for a minute, Brandon laughed, “Hell, all of the gods and their children caused trouble in one way or another, didn’t they?”.
They walked a path leading them out into a field of wildflowers and beyond, the edge of a forest could be seen.