He wore black and brown leather like Hephaestus too, but more obviously a soldier’s garments, a commander, with a red tunic beneath, and all clasped with brooches shaped like that same upward thrusting fist. He was tall and powerfully built. Only Hephaestus and Zeus were larger. But what captivated me most were Ares’s eyes. Red. Not hibiscus pink like Eros and Aphrodite, but true blood red. I wondered what he thought about me looking so much like his son, but maybe that was why he’d slighted me, to distance himself from such thoughts.
