Chapter 4: The entire box made soft clinking sounds, as if there were more than one object hidden behind the dull exterior. Aphrodite watched in awe as her husband worked. From stories she had heard, blacksmithing was dirty, harsh work. Every story flew out the back door as she watched the man before her glide gracefully from part to part, pulling here, dipping and shaping there. Even with his ever present limp, she could tell that this was his domain. He ruled here with an iron fist, never faltering in his steps. She swore she caught him doing some of these motions with his eyes closed, almost as if he were sleeping. Suddenly he came to a stop, leaning heavily over the hearth. His shoulders sagged and an air of dread spread over him. After a few moments the goddess turned, rushing to get out of the forge. She didn't want to be around those immense feelings..those painful feelings anymore.
A blast of cold air hit her as she reached the outside, chilling her still flustered body. Touching her hand to her chest, she could feel her heartbeat slowly shifting back to a regular pace. He looked so happy in his forge. She felt a pang of jealousy. Why did he never look at her the way he looked at his creations? Clenching her fists, she stomped to their palace. If he wouldn't look at her, she would have to make him.
