There was always something. Some kind of event that had Ea always preparing a suitcase. There was always a thought at the back of his mind whenever they returned home telling him not to settle because he would be running out of here soon again.
As far as he was concerned this thought had always been right. It hadn't been that long since they returned from those wicked witches and that letter arrived. The small elf didn't have to read it, seeing the sender was enough on the corner of the red envelope to know that they would have to leave soon. That was why he was already packing. He had opened up his suitcase and was carefully choosing his clothes for the demonic capital. The room as a result had turned into a small mess and Ares noticed it the moment he stepped in.
His red eyes scanned the place with a faint frown as he was trying to think what could possibly cause this ruckus.
"Are we going on our honeymoon?" He asked him teasingly.
