Re: Hel, Persephone, Pothos and Open
A genuine smile spread across her lips at seeing and hearing Hel's laugh. It helped to ease things when she put them lightly and the subject was accepted as such. Yes, tonight would be fine. She smiled even brighter when her husband was pointed out to her. Her hand easily and delicately slid across the smaller goddess' shoulders giving her a light hug as not to damage the intricate illusion the queen had made. "You are amazing, you know that?"
She wasn't wholly familiar with the other god there, but she could have sworn that was...Harmonia? She wasn't aware the goddess had decided to leave finally. That meant little to her since she'd confined herself in the Underworld by choice to begin with. Then the mention of her mother pulled her out of that line of thought. "Oh, she wouldn't think of offending you. Well, no, that's a lie. She'd probably think it," she said with a shrug. "And yes! I can feel the change already. The wind getting cooler. We'll all be able to get together," she said excitedly.
"The bar sounds--" She was about to agree when Pothos decided to materialized out of nowhere. He looks were something she couldn't deny, and for the most part, just didn't. Her eyes drank him up, because that's what he was there for. He wasn't her husband, but it didn't mean he wasn't a pleasing vision. She wasn't about to leap upon him anytime soon, but she did extricate herself from Hel long enough to accept the goblet as given. "We'll just have to make our way back to return it, I guess," she said amending her statement.
She was about to take a sip when Pothos said mostly passion. She lowered the glass to clear her throat and shove a giggle down. Then she took a breath before speaking. "This is Hel," she said gesturing to the other blonde. "And it appears your choice drink was perfect, considering she's also a queen. She's the queen of the Norse underworld," she said raising a brow.