Persephone

This is the first she's seen of a god who is not fighting Kaos.

That He is here, in their land, as solid as any of the mere mortals who gather around her, astounds her. That He requests their presence in a voice reminiscent of distant thunder and timeless hills elates her. That she is among the crowd he draws, an unworthy stain upon the grass before him, terrifies her. But still she approaches, a quiet, awestruck reverence apparent in the strained lines around her widened eyes. The immortals in this land are not simply legends - they are real, and they care as deeply for their land as those who inhabit it, if not more so. It is something that Persephone admires and appreciates about her new home, a trait that makes her love it all the more.

Alecto follows, a silent shadow, her form whispering against the drying grasses of Orangemoon. Her tails wriggle in excitement, for her bonded's potent mixture of joy and trepidation is multiplied tenfold in the young pup, who has not yet learned the restraint of her mistress. Persephone feels the yip threatening to leap from the little fox's maw just before it escapes, and she lowers her head to nudge the babe gently, distracting her. Hush, now, the mare whispers silently, her request the lightest brush in Alecto's mind. The kitsune listens, lying down, her too-large ears flat against her skull as she wiggles in the dirt. It is obvious that she wants to greet the god, though Persephone is quite sure that her overexcited kitsune's greeting would not be appreciated. Particularly not in such a serious meeting as this.

He speaks of knowing each other, of hiding-but-not-hiding, and in all honesty, her mind is too overwhelmed by His mere presence to grasp the importance of the meeting. Later, when she had calmed, she would remember and decipher the meaning behind His plea; for now, though, she alternates between controlling herself and controlling her bonded, her presence a silent shadow along the edge of the gathering. Later, she would acknowledge how right He was, would recognize the bursting need to contribute to her herd, to do His bidding. Later, she would realize that she was lucky to be in His land, and not the land of one of His brethren.

For now, she will listen.

"Speech."

OOC ;; x

Lost in hell, my dear. It's not so dreadful here