Hybris in the Kitchen with a Candlestick (Bragi)
Hybris wasn't quite sure what had drawn her to the little corner of Greenwich Village. Possible memories of how things used to be back in the day when there were poets in every coffee house and naturally some herbal soothers available to everyone within. Those were some wonderful times, and beautiful art was born in her name. Really, she could make an argument that no one was more arrogant than an artist. As arrogance herself, she could tell you. The hipsters were okay, but they didn't have the same...panache. They were all far too laid back, not that she could begrudge them. They obviously appreciated Koros more than her.
It was enough to make a mother proud.
The written word had long ago been put to music. A lot of these people were horrible singers, and the subject of their songs made her think that maybe Cocytus was hanging in the corner. She almost expected to see Oizys enjoying the guy's pain...or maybe hers, because if his voice wasn't misery, nothing was.
How long had it been since she'd heard a good poem, spoken by a voice that didn't make her want to stab out her own ears? In fact, a few men were holding her down once they saw her poising the fork at her head. She'd done worse, but she healed so it was never really a problem. It was some instant gratification with minor consequences as far as she was concerned. "GET OFF ME!" She howled as she struggled away from their grasps and looked at them as if they were crazed maulers.
Then she walked out onto the street and let out a huff.
Yes, it had been far too long. Far too long before she visited her dearest friend. Bragi ♫ Her voice flowed melodically, tugging at the god. Yes, this would make up for the drivel she'd just sat through.