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[Dancing through the street, finger snapping.]

What are you doing?

[Slow click.] Dancing.

Don't you know dancing when you see it?

I'm indeed familiar with the act of dancing. [His wings ruffling at the proposition that he doesn't.] But for what purpose? There's no music playing in the streets.

Isn't there? [She stops and looks around one way, then the next. Finally she shrugs at him.] Seems plenty musical to me. Aaaaand I'd probably still dance even if it wasn't!

There's no music for mortal ears. [He glances at her curiously]

[Her shoulder rolls with her eyes.] If you want to get technical about it, then there's totally music for mortal ears. It's just mortals have very specific tastes. All their music has to come from instruments.

[Then she shrugs again and bounces on the spot.] But hey, it's not my fault if they can't hear what I hear!

Mortals also tend to look at the strange with disgust.

Mortals have to be told not to eat laundry pods.

They're indeed in a dire need of guidance.

I think that if they're not interested in learning to live a long life, they need to be shown how to have a fun one.

My arrows can show them love, the greatest of gifts. But it's up to them how they wish to deal with what comes next.

Hey, I always wondered about that whole "Shoot them for love" thing. Like, do the arrows get stuck in them and they just never notice? Or is it more like 'Poof!' the arrow's gone?

There are things that are hidden from mortal eyes. My arrows do not hurt them but it may give them a tingle of pain that passes. The real hurt comes once they lose that they love.

Oh sweetheart. You're all sugar, talking about love like that, but don't tell me none of your arrows are poisoned with lust.

Well... I'm known as the god of sexual desire among certain groups.

Silly! I know that! Not too many people with wings shooting folks with arrows to make them fall in love. But you don't have to do the spiel with me. I'm all about the mess of love and life and dancing.

Careful now, calling a god silly is hearsay. [He smirks at that though.] Love is rather connected to spring is it not?

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