| Return to Samos (tag: Hedylogos) |
[02 Feb 2014|01:47pm] |
Hera's fingers trailed over the rough stone, remembering a time when what she was touching was smooth, polished marble. There was a single column left here at Heraion, the rest of the massive temple was nothing more than ruins. All around her was the evidence of the passage of time, and neglect, everything here nothing but a shadow of a memory of what had once been. But there was one pedestal top that seemed almost untouched. It had been moved from it's original position, and though it was now stacked on rubble with a few visible flaws, the top was still smooth and wide and the decorative trim still readily visible. It was a pedestal Hera remembered very well.
Truthfully, after her encounter in this very temple, Samos had become ( a very important place to her. )
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