#{corncpia}

She knew it full well, without even needing to be told so in the first place. There was no adult needed to scold her for her actions - by now, she had gotten in trouble often enough to KNOW exactly what kind of behaviour it was that her parents disapproved of.

She did not even MEAN to wander off on her own, this time around, but as soon as she noticed the hall full of trophies, an entire room filled with artefacts and memorabilia from ancient battles, long past now...

Could anyone really blame her for taking her chance when her father was busy discussing matter of UTMOST IMPORTANCE  with her aunt Athena, and making her way straight to the chamber she had seen on their way in, driven by curiosity and a sense of wonder?

She just wanted to hold one of the weapons, to lay her hands on a tool of legend, but it appeared as though the godling wasn’t yet strong or agile enough to handle any of them properly.

It was... an ACCIDENT, really, one of the weapons on display just so HAPPENED not to be properly secured, the young goddess’ attempts at picking it up only causing the entire display to SWAY and ultimately topple over, right onto the remaining artefacts.

A series of loud clangs and crushing sounds later, Spitha dared to open her bright eyes, finding herself standing in the middle of a CHAOS of swords and spears and bows and war helmets, now scattered around the room.

The godling stood there for a moment, surveying the mess she caused in disbelief, a sinking feeling lingering in the pit of her stomach, a resigned GUILT at the realisation of what she had just done.

Then again... perhaps nobody would notice... Perhaps she would manage to make her way back to her father’s side and have the Olympian gods blame the disarray onto someone else... She might just have enough time to slip away unnoti-

Just then, the sound of a pair of feet, their steps approaching the trophy room echoed nearby.

...or not?

She was far too old to feel like a child, and yet Persephone could not help it in the slightest. With clenched teeth and worry, she drew her fingers over the branches of trees that managed to eek out their survival under her mother’s winter.

“You’ve done some work,” Persephone notes in a soft whisper, more to herself than anyone else.

(it wasn’t her mothers’ finest work that was for sure.)

She had no love to return to Olympus, and she had half a mind to run back to the safety she had made in her garden. It was warm there and full of life. The blank white snow made her question if anything was living at all... an inhale of sharp cold wind heralded her mother’s arrival and she turned with a sigh, folding her hands in front of herself.

‘ woah ! is it me, or did it just get, like, way freezing in here ? ‘ 

@corncpia​ | SC

     Where they once might have gone days, or weeks, in the past without showing their face before the gods, it is inevitable, Aether thinks, that their peaceful lonesomeness comes to an end. They aren’t often long in the presence of the Olympians, and still, there are those they can only claim to have met before their body, ages prior when their presence was little more than the wind itself. All the same, it would figure, then, that one of the few they haven’t yet crossed paths with would be Lady Demeter—the Olympians may be younger, but there are some akin to her that command deference by demeanor alone. Aether freezes amidst the snow, hand outstretched toward some curious fawn that startles in nearly the same manner as them–

‘ why                   only my favorite spot on all OLYMPUS ! ‘

there is no further elaboration , only a gentle tug on the other goddess’ sleeve - guiding her through the endless clouds. when they reach their destination , the sun has long set  - and with an overly dramatic flourish , she presents the REWARD for being so PATIENT. there’s a sudden GAP in the clouds, revealing the STARRY EXPANSE , a window to the upper heavens               so much larger than their MOUNTAIN.   

( there’s almost a CHILD-LIKE love for the stars in her heart , having seen them glittering so beautifully from the sea-foam . ) 

The chill of winter was upon the land, and quite suddenly so. Lacking the proper clothing for the new weather, the demigod had sought refuge in a cave. After pulling a substantial amount of deadfall in, she had built a roaring fire to combat the rapidly falling temperature. A boar which she had killed earlier in the day now roasted over the flames, skewered on a long sturdy branch that  stretched across the width of her temporary home. Gianna had been turning her dinner, making sure it cooked evenly when she saw a figure standing at the mouth of the cave, obscured by the flurrying snow. She felt her body tense in surprise, but did not grab for her mace. No sense in provoking or frightening the other when they were simply just standing there observing. Instead, she motioned the figure forward.