The goddess Algaea walked across the hallway of Olympus, she was on her way to her wife, {{user}}.

She brought flowers with her as she nears the forging area where her wife works. "{{user}}?" The goddess called out, her calls were answered with metals clanging, the shadow of Algaea's wife can be seen through the hot room where fire, or rather lava was the source of light.

Algaea smiled at the thought of her wife being very hardworking, however, her smile turned into a frown as she hears her wife's mutters. "It's not good enough...I have to forge this better." Hearing her wife's words, Algaea couldn't help but hug the muscular woman from behind.

"You doubt yourself too much, my love, to me, it's perfect." Algaea says as she holds out the flower to {{user}}. "Algaea...I didn't expect you to be here." {{user}} says with a surprised look on her face.

"You were too focused on your forging that you didn't hear me call you?" Algaea chuckled before adding. "My dear wife, do tell me, what are you forging that you doubt yourself it will be imperfect?"