The Goddess became more aware of the God as he got closer to her, leaving just a couple of feet between the two. Azena allows her gaze to roam, and when Aresius looked at her, their eyes caught for just a brief moment. Then Azena allows her gaze to keep moving. She didn't want to stare, even if he had looked at her first. Azena takes a deep drink of her glass, before setting it back down. And although her attention seemed to remain on the ball, when Aresius began to speak, she heard every word.

The Goddess agrees, as he eyes move across the room. "Whoever organized this clearly out did themselves this time." The air was filled with the joy and laughter of everyone at the ball. It was clear this was going to last quite a while. Azena would definitely be leaving before it ended.

As Azena feels Aresius fix his gaze on her, she takes another sip of her drink. She had not yet turned her full attention on him, and so her gaze and body remained faced away. Although she could practically feel the invitation for her to start speaking. Was it because he had overheard her conversation with Khilios?

Was the God of war offering her an outlet? Someone to rant to about her loveless and useless marriage? Or about how terrible a person her husband could be. Or how annoying him and his brother's could be?

Hmm, if so, she would not take him up on that offer yet. For now, her thoughts about her husband and their situation would remain her own. Although, Azena was more than willing to allow the God to become someone to chat to.

"You possess an undeniable presence of strength and wisdom. I feel an unaccountable lure toward that force. Finding someone who shares the same nature or sentiments with oneself in the world of both gods and humans is an uncommon occurrence."

As the Goddess absorbs and comprehends his words, she allows the glass to touch her lips again. Enjoying the cool liquid sliding down her throat, as she could finally begin to feel the effects. Barely, but she could still feel them. Finally she responds to the God. "Despite the fact we Gods share the same golden blood and walk the same halls. We do not have much in common." That was her way of agreeing with him about finding someone who had even one thing in common.

Once upon a time, being observed so closely would have bugged the Goddess. But as the years wore on, she became use to it, and had even learned how to ignore it. Yet, in this situation, she was not ignoring it. She just wasn't returning the same observation. Especially since the God still hadn't quite caught her full attention yet.

"However, I find myself completely drawn to your being. Would you be willing to take a short pause from the noise and indulge in a consequential conversation that goes beyond the surface-level talk typical of such circumstances?"

Ah, the God was asking for a conversation. One that didn't relate to the party going on around them. Azena's grey eyes move from the ball to the God, indicating that he had managed to capture just a little bit more of her attention. Although she was still thinking on his question.

Then finally, Azena turns her body towards him, showing that the God of War had successfully captured her full attention. With a incline of head came the answer the God was no doubt looking for. The Goddess would indulge in a conversation.

As Aresius copies her movement and turns his body towards her as well, Azena's eyes sharpen with focus. The storminess fading slightly, though not completely gone. She tips her head ever so slightly as Aresius speaks, listening to his words with a gentle curiosity.

The way he spoke was enchanting to the Goddess. It was hard to explain out loud, nor would the Goddess ever utter such words anyway. "Our fellow deities often roam unaware that the wisdom within all of us is the most important thing." Was that a bias statement as the Goddess of Wisdom? Just a little, but it rang truth as well. The knowledge every deity held was power. Knowledge is power. "I have not found many who realize wisdom is the key to life." Did it surprise her that the God of War had that realization? In a way, yes. In a way, no. In his years of war, he would have seen almost as much as she had.

Solace. Something that deities sought in each other, parties, and other silly things. Azena? She found solace in her wolves, in the meadow where peace rang true every morning and every night. And yet, even that peaceful place could not fully fill Azena's heart. Azena couldn't help but laugh at Aresius' words, she had wondered that for years. The complexity that defined their very existence. Not just the deities, but everything.

"The existence of our world and ourselves is a complex mysterious that remains mysterious to all." A small smile curves at the edge of her lips,"Even to our Primordial Gods and even to I, the Goddess of Wisdom." She held all the wisdom in the world, except for the complexity of their existence.

The Goddess had begun to find herself emerged in the conversation. In fact, all but a small part of her had forgotten that she was currently at a ball. She had even forgotten about her husband and his brothers, and how they had been bugging her. It had been a milliena since Azena had been distracted enough to forget the problems that troubled her.

"Pray to tell, Azena, what rarified wisdom resides within your being that eludes the comprehension of mere mortals and even most deities? What thoughts and insights do you possess that venture beyond the confinements of gods' quotidian concerns?"

What knowledge did she posses that eluded the understanding of even the most powerful deities? That question sent the Goddess into her mind, into her thoughts. Into the knowledge and wisdom that floated through her head. She had thousands and thousands of years of wisdom. And in the years that she had lived, none had ever asked a question like that.

"If you were to offer a thirsty man all the wisdom in the world, you would not please him more than if you offered him a drink." Wisdom was a powerful thing, and yet, many did not accept it. Many found knowledge useless and therefore could not reach their full potential. The focus returns to Azena's eyes as she withdraws from her thoughts. "Even my father, the King of the Gods, is unaware of the impact that wisdom holds in the world. Without it, we would be nothing. Our lives would be meaningless and useless."

Aresius found himself intrigued by Azena's response, her words resonating deeply within him. He could sense the weight of her wisdom, the centuries of knowledge that she carried with her. It was as if her very being emanated an aura of enlightenment, drawing him closer to the core of her understanding.

The God of War listened intently, his gaze locked onto her eyes, eager to grasp the essence of her insights. Her laughter, though brief, echoed in his ears like a symphony, reminding him of the elusive beauty that often accompanies the pursuit of knowledge. "Yes, the complexity of our existence remains a profound mystery," Aresius replied, his voice tinged with a mix of wonder and reverence. "Even as gods, we are but pieces of a grand tapestry, interwoven in ways that defy our comprehension. It is in embracing this mystery that we can find a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us."

Aresius leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "Tell me, Azena, what are the secrets hidden within your wisdom? What revelations lie at the heart of your vast knowledge? I yearn to explore the uncharted realms of your understanding, to discover the truths that elude mortal and immortal alike."

The Goddess's words carried a profound truth, reminding him of the value of wisdom and the significance it held in shaping their existence. Aresius could feel the weight of her words sinking deep into his consciousness, stirring his own thirst for enlightenment.

"You speak of the allure of wisdom, how it can quench a man's thirst even more than the vastness of its offering," Aresius mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "It is a testament to its transformative power, the way it can reshape the course of our lives and grant us a profound sense of purpose." He paused for a moment, his eyes never wavering from Azena's gaze. He could sense a kinship between them, a shared understanding that transcended their respective domains. They were more than gods of war and wisdom; they were beings who yearned for a deeper connection amidst the chaos of their existence.

"You speak of our lives being meaningless and useless without wisdom," Aresius said, his voice laden with conviction. "But I believe that through the pursuit of wisdom, we can infuse purpose and meaning into our very existence. It is the driving force behind our actions, the guiding light that illuminates our path."

As Aresius spoke, he felt a sense of vulnerability wash over him, an openness he rarely allowed himself to embrace. It was as if the presence of Azena had awakened a dormant part of his being, urging him to delve into the depths of their shared understanding. "I implore you, Azena, to share with me your deepest insights, your most profound revelations," he continued, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and reverence. "Let us embark on a journey together, unraveling the intricacies of our existence and forging a connection that transcends the boundaries of our individual domains. In this convergence of war and wisdom, we may discover a profound truth that has eluded us both."

Aresius held his breath, his heart pounding with anticipation. The ball continued to swirl around them, but at that moment, it seemed insignificant compared to the connection he hoped to establish with Azena. He awaited her response, eager to dive into the depths of her wisdom and unravel the secrets that lay within.

Centuries of knowledge swirled within her as she stared at Aresius. Not often did she truly have to delve into the deepest parts of her knowledge, and yet, this God before her had provoked her to do so. It was not uncommon for Gods and mortals alike to approach her for the wisdom she held. Yet, only to help aid them in their own personal affairs. Never before had a creature approached her simply to talk about her wisdom.

The complexity of their existence had remained a thorn in the Goddess' side for centuries. As she had always been interested to know why they were created. Why the Gods, mortals, and other creatures that inhabited the world had been created. What was their purpose? The mortals may even have a bigger purpose then the Gods, after all they lived their life and then passed into the Underworld. While the Gods? They lived an immortal life. She did suppose they were there to keep order in the world.

Azena bobs her head in agreement, their purpose on the world would most likely remain unknown for the rest of history. Even the Fates could not tell the Gods. Azena had tried, she had spent many conversations with the three Fates to see what they knew. And in their odd and mysterious talk, Azena had learned nothing about what she wished to learn. She had learned of other wisdom, but none had satisfied her.

"Many revelations lie within the wisdom that I carry. Many that your mind surely cannot comprehend." The Goddess did not mean to be insulting with those words. It was simply the truth. The Goddess could tell the God many of the wisdom she beheld, and yet, his mind surely could not comprehend it.

It was not that she did not wish to share the knowledge she held, after all, isn't that one reason she had such knowledge? It was that most of the knowledge she held was beyond the Gods and mortals understanding, and she felt the conversation would be pointless. So, the Goddess reverses the question. "Tell me, what wisdom do you carry?" She was curious to know of the wisdom that the God of War had.

Azena tips her head as she watches her words sink into Aresius mind. Listening as he speaks, her eyes filled with a certain curiosity on how he would take her words. "Indeed. Without the power of knowledge, this world would cease to exist." The mortals would wander around with no purpose and no wisdom to guide them through their days. While the Gods would most likely end up in the same position, wandering around with no wisdom to guide them through their long immortal lives.

Azena inclines her head ever so slightly, a small smile curving her lips upward. So, it seemed she had finally met a God who understood the true meaning and power of wisdom. While the others respected it and listened to it, none had ever truly understood it. And yet, the God before her seemed to understand it pretty good.

As the God asks her to share more of her wisdom, Azena agrees. "Very well." Her eyes leave the God, moving to scan the ball. Was the ball the best place to get into such a conversation. "However, I do not wish to dive into such knowledge here." Her nose wrinkles slightly in disgust,"As I despise balls, I do not wish to have such a pleasant conversation in such a terrible location."