Harmonia: Goddess of Harmony, Balance and Concord (ophios_harmonia) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-11-19 18:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~enyo, ~harmonia, ~tyr |
Unwelcome Guests [tag: Enyo & Tyr]
OOC: This takes place during the mixer, right after Harmonia and Tyr leave.
Barely a full moment passed from the time Harmonia took Tyr by the arm and disappeared from the beach landscape into Concept until they reappeared on Olympus. There was something oddly comfortable about holding his arm, something that Harmonia wasn't sure she liked or thought was appropriate given the circumstances at which brought them here. This was not a social call, this was business. Well, it was sort of a social call, but mostly business.
Once she gathered herself a bit, travel through Concept still left her a little off-center sometimes, she looked around. Whoops. She'd landed a bit off her mark. “I need to work on my aim,” she muttered under her breath. It was just as had happened in Denmark, only this time she was closer than she had been last time. On their left was a large dark structure made of stone and metal. Everything about it screamed war and while Enyo was war, this wasn't the war they were looking for.
Harmonia looked up at the Norseman and let go of his arm. He really was extremely handsome. She just wished she was seeing him again in better circumstances. Not because what had happened to Bragi and Idun and she was useful to him, but because he wanted to see her. It was an idle hope. No man that wasn't family had ever set out to see her just to see her. “Oops,” she smiled with an awkward embarrassed sort of smile. “Wrong War. I don't think we're here to see my Dad.” Shrugging, Balance realized it really wasn't tragic. Enyo was only next door to Ares. “Follow me.”
Walking along the lush landscape, Harmonia turned her head toward her father's temple for a moment when the shrill screech of an overly excited horse pierced the air. Konabos, most likely. He had always been a vocal horse, in her opinion. Dangerous too, but regardless of that fact, he was her favorite among her father's horses.
Less than a block away, a large stone wall came into view, above the wall was visible a large dark structure -gray and black mostly. Balance continued to lead the way until they were standing before the property that belonged to her psychotic aunt. She took a deep breath, looked through the bars to the grand building before them and turned to face Tyr again.
“I'll ask one favor from you for my bringing you here.” She said outside the wrought-iron gates leading to the courtyard that surrounded the temple of the Goddess of Violence. “And that is that once we get in, whether to an attendant or to my aunt herself, that you invoke the rites of Xenia. I need you to do it because I cannot. I am family, I am not a traveler to this land, I am protected by simply being my father's daughter. But for you to request it puts you under the protection of Zeus Xenios and Enyo will be bound by the rules of Xenia or she risks insulting and angering Zeus. He may her father, but he is certainly not in her fan club.” Harmonia diverted her gaze to looking straight forward and a slight bit of pink tinged her cheeks again. “I'd rather not drag you out of here with a bullet wound to your skull. I've grown fond of your face as it is now.” It was embarrassing, but it was the truth. No matter that they barely knew each other, she was quite fond of his face.
She pressed the gates open and stepped into the courtyard, littered with spikes, some with skulls on them -remnants of Enyo's last victories in war, markers of warning to visitors and to serve as a reminder to her attendants of what behavior was acceptable. By the lack of a smell, it was obvious it had been quite some time since she'd last put anyone on a pike. “Are you familiar with the rites and rules of Xenia?” He had told her, when they met, that he didn't know many Greeks. So it was probable that he didn't.
There were obvious blood stains on the cobblestone walkway to the door, remnants of those who insulted the goddess and attempted to flee. There were also fountains, long since left unused and falling into ruin, some rubble from the renovations on her temple which looked nothing on the outside like it did in days of old and there was overgrown greenery on most everything. Harmonia didn't wait for him to answer in regards to his knowledge of Xenia. She spoke, partly to calm herself, in very even tones. “It's our law of hospitality. There are three tenets.”
A bloodied dead pigeon lay not far off the path. It had an obvious bullet wound. Shaking her head, mostly un-phased by the gruesome displays around her, Harmonia continued, “The first is respect from host to guest. She must see to your needs: offer you wine or whatever you may require before she can inquire as to why you are here.” She stepped then on the stoop before the heavy engraved, mahogany doors.
“The second is respect from guest to host. You have to be courteous. I don't mean you have to be nice, but you can't charge in guns a'blazin either.” Balance frowned and looked at the heavy doors they stood in front of. She didn't want to knock. She wasn't ready to knock. She wasn't ready to see her crazy, homicidal aunt. But... would she ever be? And she certainly wasn't sending Tyr in this place alone. He may never come back out and she rather liked him. “And the final rule,” she said and raised a hand to the wrought-iron knocker on the door, “is the parting gift from host to guest. Which, if we're lucky, will be the information you seek.”
Harmonia knocked three times. She was sure an attendant would answer the door and escort them to her aunt, or at least to a room where her aunt would meet them. “Without Xenia, she'll have no incentive to tell you anything.” A moment later the mahogany doors opened and a nymph of slight stature was standing there. Balance addressed her directly, in Greek, “We've come to see Enyo. He is a traveler from distant lands and I am family.”
The nymph nodded, let the two pass into the temple and guided them toward the main sitting room where Enyo generally chose to receive guests. Everything was elegant and lush in stark contrast to the exterior of the temple. Heavy velvet draperies were tied back with a decorative gold cord. Everywhere there were sconces and decorative brocades, all in deep bold colors. Harmonia nodded for Tyr to sit, she had no idea how long it would be and she wouldn't put it past Enyo to make guests wait an exorbitant amount of time before seeing them, just because she could. For herself, she found a rich blood-red upholstered chaise to sit upon.