With excitement, Hel approached Phobetor's castle. The anticipation was two-fold; she would get to see her dear friends, and also see what the inside of this place actually looked like. Given the outside, and the little she had found out about the god who seemed to rather like the macabre, she was ready to expect just about anything.
She had taken great care with her appearance, chosing a flattering little black dress. Flattering, in that it hugged her curves just right, but there was a twist to it all- she would never be able to step into the mortal realm like this. For Hel chose to do her hair, and subtle make up on the "normal" side of her face, but left the rotting side alone, head to toe. She had learned long ago that such things mattered little to the others of her standing. In fact, Hades seemed to almost resent it when she tried to hide it away. Not that he said so, in so many words, but she was sure she sensed his disappointment each time she "dolled" herself up. That's what it made her, a perfect plastic doll. If anyone didn't like that she chose to go natural, she would raise her head up high and stare them down.
Nyx had taught her that, and she would never forget it.
She greeted Persephone and Hades, giving her hostess a pretty bouquet of spring flowers. It was amazing what one could get at any given time of the year these days. She almost hadn't brought a gift, for while Persephone was clearly the hostess, it was Phobetor's home, and she had to assume he would be present. A gift to him also seemed appropriate, but she had no idea what to get him, and if she didn't get him anything then she shouldn't really give Seph anything, either. Finally, she decided on a nice bottle of scotch for the owner of the castle.
"It's great to see you both, and you look lovely as these flowers, Seph. I brought this for Phobetor...is he about?" She looked around, craning her neck a bit to see who else was there. She assumed she would know everyone, but one could never be sure. Maybe others brought dates or spouses? Not having one herself, Hel wasn't quite sure what the protocol for this dinner was. No "plus one" had been on her invite.