Re: Edward and Hestia
So very little had actually changed in the time that had passed from where she had left to this point that Hestia almost wouldn't have noticed if the people around her hadn't all went and aged twenty years on her. She had always liked this time of year, the cold weather, the hot cider, the lights. And all of that came together during the lighting ceremony. It was as lovely as ever and she was glad that this tradition had not changed.
Bundled up against the cold, Hestia made her way through the groups of people gathered here and there, occasionally saying hello to some that she knew, though for the most part she simply wanted to see who had come out for the night's festivities, perhaps see if there were anymore familiar but aged faces.
Her talk with Bill the week earlier had been something of a turning point for Hestia, she had never been the shy retiring type - in fact she had often loved social interaction, but with all the changes she had been dealing with she had somehow lost that part of herself. Though perhaps tonight might be a chance to ... well not fix it, but start getting back to her old self.
"Hello," She said finally finding someone else on his own rather than joining a group all ready in the middle of a conversation. He didn't look particularly familiar, but that wasn't all together surprising all things considered. "You look like you could use a bit of company, or are you the sort who prefers to stand on his own at these sorts of things and look down his nose at everyone else?" She wondered with a small smirk.