Re: Hel, Persephone, and Open
It wasn't that she thought it wasn't Hel's thing, but from what she'd heard of the how the other Norse treated her, it didn't seem like she'd be likely to show up. They seemed a very self-righteous lot. It reminded her so much of her second home.
Taking a sip of her drink, she offered the queen a smile. While she did not share Hel's appearance, she defintely felt a kinship in being a rule of the Underworld. True, she only did so for such a short time a year and with a partner, but it was not an easy task regardless. When she thought of it that way, she wanted to reach out and give Hel's hand a supportive squeeze. On the other hand, she didn't want to the woman to think she was pitying her, simply sympathizing.
"Thank you. You don't look half bad yourself," she wanted to say half-dead, but her appearance had always seemed to be a touchy subject. Considering all the trouble she went through to hide it, Persephone felt it'd be rude.
"I'm not sure if they're here. I haven't run into either of them, nor my husband just yet," she felt the last part was important considering how close the other queen and her king were. "I've been busy attempting to slip my mother's ever watchful eye," she confessed. The slight at the Kentucky Derby had not gone unrecognized in the least. "It would be great to see them again this early," she confessed. There was no shame in it.