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Charlotte had been woken up early by a nightmare, and the sun was just barely peaking over the tops of the buildings downtown as she let herself into the performing arts centre - having already gone for a run, showered, and gotten ready for the day. The place was as deserted as she had expected it to be at that time, and she was looking forward to a quiet morning fiddling around in the studio.

However, when she opened the studio door, it was not empty. Apollo was there, looking rather worse for wear, the area around him just as disheveled as he appeared. It did not seem like he had even noticed her presence, he was so absorbed in his work. Part of her was tempted to scurry out of the room, but she knew he wouldn’t mind that she was there. Maybe she could help him out with whatever he was working on.

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Artemis had been more than a little wary when Apollo had invited her to join him in Mount Phoenix. She had heard whisperings of some kind of settlement for the gods and their children, but she had never been interested in such a place - after all, she certainly had no little demigods scurrying around. But he had insisted it would be good for her, and with the ranks of her huntresses thinning...

Strangely enough, it seemed like there had been nothing to worry about, since her brother had immediately led her into a lush, dense forest upon their arrival. She had felt at home and at ease beneath the ancient trees at once; the sound of the surrounding ocean, the wind stirring the branches and small critters scuttling through the underbrush masking any noise that would have put her guard up. By the time they stopped in a clearing to relax and Apollo took out his lyre, she was beginning to think she had been confused - maybe the island was not as urbanized as she had assumed.

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"You're radiant, as always, sunshine," Pythia commented with a smile as she opened her door. And Apollo certainly was glowing, perhaps more so than usual. She took a step out into the brisk later-winter air, zipping up her jacket and leaning against the temple's door frame to casually stretch out her quads.

She was suspicious. Not that he was up to something nefarious... but she was sure that he was up to something.

She moved to stretching her triceps next, letting her gaze trail over Apollo, gorgeous as ever in his athletic wear. She didn't mind hiking, generally - but this excursion would certainly be all the more pleasant due to her current company. She hadn't really missed Mount Phoenix all that much, but she had certainly missed him. She'd take any excuse she could get to spent time with her god. A good hike was just a bonus.

Of all the island sanctuaries in the world of mythos, they had to reunite on this one. An all too familiar figure graced his visage; a literally brilliant and creative god caught his attention, and putting up flyers no less. When Leto had informed his father of their meeting, Morpheus had been thrilled that his child had met the child of his dear friend--parents often did that, didn't they? Gush over their children meeting and getting along?

A silent smile graced his features as he snuck up behind the sun god. He may not have been noticed at first--and perhaps that was intentional, to blend in wearing a double-breasted long coat in midnight blue, subtle hints of gold and silver threads granting an ethereal celestial sky quality to the fabric. He peered over Apollo's shoulder as the other god was busy putting up a fresh flyer for a--ooo, what is this? Auditions for a Spring Concert? Beethoven?

Apollo was an interesting person. Arawn didn't dislike the God but also had a lot of questions towards the God as well. Having finished his term on the council, Arawn returned to his usual work as a professor and headmaster of Phoenix University. He hadn't expected that he'd see someone from the council so soon after leaving. "And what brings you here, Apollo? Academia vibes don't really suit you all that well," he walked past the other God seated in his office.

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"Oh, don't be a sore loser, Apollo! It's just a game," Pythia chided, a self-satisfied smile on her face. Playing Among Us together had definitely been a fantastic idea - made all the more amusing when she caught him venting and got him tossed off the spaceship. Considering all the worrying she had been doing over him lately, it seemed like a well-deserved bit of playful payback.

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Pythia had hardly slept by the time one of the temple attendants came to wake her and help her prepare for the day. But that hardly mattered to her - Apollo had promised to come to the temple with breakfast and presents, so she had to look her best, as she always did for him. A blush pink gown of flowing silk, hair curled and pulled back from her face with a pearl and gold clip, a natural dusting of makeup to cover the dark circles and pallor. She almost looked well-rested by the time she stepped out of her chambers.

She knew exactly when he would arrive. She always did, somehow. So, she waited by his shrine, rearranging the offerings that had been laid there so that everything was perfect. After all, what was her purpose if not to make sure that absolutely everything in her power was perfect for the god she had devoted herself to so many moons ago?