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She loved her craft and everything that came with it. From the brewing of potions, to the curses or blessings Hecate chose to provide her worshippers and even her classes at the University. However most spells required ingredients and that was the annoying part of being the Goddess of Witchcraft and Ghosts, and of course, the most intriguing, powerful and wicked spell required the most complicated and rare items to be mixed. That’s where being at Mount Phoenix came in handy, after all the place was home to the many gods of many beliefs and some of the establishments had a rather unique stock of products.

“For the sake of Nox.” Hecate whined under her breath, making her way upwards the mountain’s base and highly regretting her choice of attire for that day. Her body was naturally fragile and a linen dress covered with a coat was not effective to make her remotely comfortable during the little hike through the mountain. Amidst her annoyance, Hecate managed to get herself lost and ending up taking double the time to reach the store.  Finally stepping on the stoned outdoor floor,  Hecate handled the door’s knob, opening it somewhat abruptly but without causing any physical damage to it. “Who in the fucking world, unloved, wanna-be-lumberjack has the idea to put a store in this forsak-” 

“AAAAAIRMIIIIIID-!”

Throughout the quiet, woodland valley Airmid calls home, with her sweet cottage and quiet, rolling hillside, the sound of panic quickly cuts through that serene calm. A shrill, yelped call of her name, followed by what sounds like loud, booming footsteps. 

Over one lush green hill Wukong soon comes into view, tie flapping over his shoulder and his flop of dark hair blown back from his forehead by the sheer speed with which he was running. He’s still dressed for the hospital, in the tie Camazotz had wrestled him into that morning, but he was evidently a little more rough around the edges. With grass stains on his shirt and mud on his knees, the god keeps looking back over his shoulder as he continues to pelt it down the hill towards the woman’s home. He had started off small, but he was getting bigger as he got closer and not far in his wake, those booming footsteps. 

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The Flower Mill had been just the most perfect setting for this small friendly reuniting when the goddess had stumbled upon it. Truly, she’d been searching for coffee one morning before work and this charming little place instantly took her heart. She knew then, and even now as she sat in one of the chairs at the table on the porch, idly watching people come and go as she waited for her invitee to show; it was perfect. Kuan Yin hadn’t seen Airmid in quite some time. In what felt like a lifetime ago. Things had been falling apart, on both their ends and though she’d offered what help she could, it was problems that took time to salve over. 

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when she reaches the end of her chant, she pauses a moment before retracting her hand. her eyes go to the nurses and the doctor present and she takes them in with a careless detachment.

“he must rest.” she says, but it is all she says. “but he will be fine.” at those words, she puts herself in motion again and walks back out of the room as if it were no big deal.

it had been a long day. krystal was in the home stretch, with only one hour left from her 18-hour shift she was ready to do her rounds and go home. she was heavily drained. after using her powers pretty regularly this shift but, also having no time to rest meant she had enough energy to heal a paper cut. so when a group of patients flooded into the emergency room, victims of a severe car accident - it was an ‘all hands on deck’ situation.

the room of her patient was chaotic, she and the nurses were shouting over each other. desperately trying to save him without her powers. the demigoddess knew she’d become reliant on them and her exhausted mind was having a hard time searching for the scientific solution over the magical. her patient’s general practitioner was a different kind of doctor. she heard something about a holistic type of goddess. so following protocol one of the nurses in the emergency room called her to update her.

dr. jung was beyond desperate at this point but, also frustrated and stressed out. so when the simple woman entered the room and brushed her aside like she was useless she couldn’t help the tumble of curses that left her lips. the magic in the room was intense, yet familiar. she couldn’t quite figure out why. 

when the goddess finished and left them with such a simple statement, krystal gave her nurses their instructions and made her way to follow her. she wanted to apologize for her stressful use of such foul language as well as thank her for her help. when she caught up she laid a gentle hand on her shoulder to gain her attention. she was a bit winded from making her way through the hospital so quickly, as well as her just being exhausted.

“excuse me, i just wanted to thank you for your help. i’m dr. jung.”

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“Just got to get my leg- ach!” with a hushed voice as he talks himself through it, pulling long legs through a cracked window, then with a thud and a tumble, Wukong falls through the goddess’ kitchen window and rolls against the solid wood leg of her table with a clatter of what was on top. “Ouch, ouch-” he whines softly to himself, rubbing at his bumped head. “With a tail this is easier” he grumbles, wondering when he got so bad at climbing and sneaking! 

He had left his vet appointment in the city and with an aching, bandaged tail he had set out for the first place he could think of, to hide and feel safe, away from judgement and hopefully to some healing hands. Airmid’s place. Distant and secluded, where he could sort himself out and figure out a plan! He just hopes she hasn’t got one of her boyfriends around. Last thing he needs is to be chased out by a half naked Erh Lang! 

He had sat upon a large rock near the water as the goddess continued her work. He had little idea what she had been doing, but she welcomed his performance. That was all that truly mattered to the god. So, pulling out his lyre, he quickly transformed the silence into the most lovely of tunes. It had been a new song that spewed from his fingers, and the harmonic tones seemed to work well to calm those around him.

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Hecate's eyes linger on the image before her, a gentle smile shaping on her lips. "My apologies my dear Airmid..." She walks to the other, reaching for the blanket resting on the opposite side of the L-shaped couch and placing it gently around the Celtic. "I've made you wait too long. Work calls are a drag sometimes..." The plans for a more entertaining evening were now put aside and Hecate lands a soft peck to Airmid's cheek before joining her, resting her own head on Airmid's lap.

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There were few gods outside of her own pantheon that Athena was familiar with, and even fewer that she was friendly with; but Airmid was one of them. Ever since their first meeting, pouring over texts on herbs long ago, she had always liked running into the Celtic goddess. They were both quiet, solitary figures. They both appreciated books and nature. There was little more she could ask from a friend.

So, when she was told that Airmid was on the island and lived in a cottage in the mountains, she donned some athletic leggings and hiking boots to make the trek up to see her old friend. She had never been a true nature-lover -hating when it was too hot or too cold and especially hating anything that got her dirty or wet outside of a battle context- but she did enjoy how serene and quiet the mountains were, being just far enough removed from the city they surrounded. She felt rather zen as she approached the quaint cottage. 

And that zen very nearly bordered on joy when she spotted the other goddess through the window. By the time she had knocked and the door had been opened, a smile just barely touched her lips. Which, last she had seen the other woman, that was about as warm as either of them got.