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Mari walked down the streets of San Juan, cahhting ahppily with the locals on the weather as she made her way to the house. A month had passed since Ares had attacked hem, and since then a small amount of Nyads and other creatures had come after them, but they had been easily defeated. As she opened the door, Apollo laughed at her trying to shoo off sixteen boys and girls, all flirting with her heavily. Iona had learned several languages and Mari had taught her some basic hand to hand combat while Tyrinus taught her knife combat. "Iona! I got you something from one of the venders!" she called, quickly hiding the bouqet of flowers behind her back. It was her birthday, and Mari had tried to find something that fit the Godling, and she had chosen a lovely purple hibiscus one that matched her eyes. Mari fiddled with her scar, flames on her sheeks as she shifted nervously.