"Don't mind him," Ffyrnig put in, with a mental voice that was sharp and amused, "He is terribly vain." These gods were funny creatures, for all that they were gods. Neither of the pair here, as they were, inspired any awe in her. Rio was too friendly and lighthearted to be impressive, and this other one had an awkward way about him.
Love looked briefly offended by his companion's criticism, but it was all in good fun. "I've not often gone far from here," he admitted. Only once had he travelled much at all, to search for Kishara after Neva's host had taken her - for the goddess' own good, but no one had known that then. "I suppose I should, one of these days."
That last sounded a little guilty. He had such a tendency to get preoccupied with here and today that some things got put off indefinitely.