Churchill Downs was all a flutter with activity. Which made sense. It was the most exciting two days of the year at the Louisville, Kentucky track. Zeus had been on site since early yesterday. Mostly for networking purposes, as while he had interest in the Oaks -the filly race held on Friday, from a gambling side of things, he had other things on his mind. He had a horse in the Derby.

( It was a very tricky business, racing horses. )

Something in life was a little bit different. Oi couldn't place it. She just knew when she woke up that she felt ... new. As if she'd crossed a line. On one side of it was her, and the her that she'd always been, the life she had lived and every piece of baggage that had come with that. On the other was the future, and new things, experiences that she'd yet to have. It wasn't that she wouldn't still be who she was. Undoubtedly she'd end up drawing at walls again at some point.

But she was realizing that while she was stable, she could also be happy. That she would deal with the crazy when it erupted. Not let it rule her life. Not let it make her be a sheltered, afraid little thing.

Things had changed for her over the past few years. Drastically. A lot of things had happened for her that she hadn't expected. Things that she was glad for. These things that had happened were things that she'd been afraid of. Now that they'd passed, she didn't remember why the fear had been so strong. But none of it had killed her, had it?

She was thinking about this while walking through a park in some peaceful place among humans. She hadn't paid attention to where she was going when she left the Underworld, just knew that she wanted to be out in the Spring air. The walk had been slow, and she'd not really been paying attention to her surroundings, just existing with them.

But now, she spotted a swing set under a couple of trees and couldn't resist their call.

Oizys sat in one of them and pushed herself lazily. There were tall flowers growing, yellow dandelions, right under her and she leaned forward while the swing moved to look at them, careful to make sure her feet didn't pull them out or break them. It left her sitting a little silly, but she didn't really care.

Ninlil and Enlil's home was quainter than it used to be here on the Mortal plane, Baghdad had suffered too greatly from wars for them to keep their home there. It would have been suspicious for them to stay there too long with a near pristine almost palace. Ninlil missed the gardens there. What plants she'd saved had their own places of honor in the new gardens outside near the lake, but it wasn't the same. The gardens were wilder here, because she could keep them that way. She hardly had mortals busting down her door anymore. Enlil was hardly around either. She didn't blame him, but she did miss him. So that meant she needed to fill this house with voices now and then, and who better to have over than family? Nanna and Nergal would probably spend the dinner as they always spent their dinners. Ninlil had considered putting the knives away and cutting everything she'd just made into bite sized pieces..

( But she didn't want to be accused of treating them like children. )