With a large bowl of steaming hot soup in his hands, Ares calmed down a little. The warmth of the bowl spread through his fingers, up to his elbows, then to his shoulders, before finally reaching his neck and the sides of his jaw. He slumped his shoulders for a moment and then drank in the salty soup, before finally placing it down. Then he looked out to the thousands of oxfolk that had joined, all of whom had brought their own food and were sharing it around.
'Seriously, they all joined this quickly…' Ares felt the coolness of embarrassment flood through him. Then he recalled the jokes he made about his kids, and even if they were the cutest, it was pretty cringe. He reached up and then rubbed his face, as if trying to hide himself from the world. He took another long sip, letting the salt fill him, before he then stood up and placed down his bowl.
