Hera: Queen & goddess of the sky, women & marriage (hera_teleia) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2014-02-02 13:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hedylogos, ~hera |
Return to Samos (tag: Hedylogos)
Hera's fingers trailed over the rough stone, remembering a time when what she was touching was smooth, polished marble. There was a single column left here at Heraion, the rest of the massive temple was nothing more than ruins. All around her was the evidence of the passage of time, and neglect, everything here nothing but a shadow of a memory of what had once been. But there was one pedestal top that seemed almost untouched. It had been moved from it's original position, and though it was now stacked on rubble with a few visible flaws, the top was still smooth and wide and the decorative trim still readily visible. It was a pedestal Hera remembered very well.
Truthfully, after her encounter in this very temple, Samos had become a very important place to her. Though she would never let on exactly why. She was perfectly happy with whatever excuse the mortals used, and she blessed those that visited Heraion more often than she did some of her other temples. All because, at one point, for one bright and sharp moment, someone had truly appreciated her without reserve. There was no expectation of favor, no currying of blessing, no manipulation or trickery. It was nothing more than pure adoration, and it had touched Hera. It was a moment never forgotten.
As such, when she had things she wished to consider, it was to Samos she traveled. She was left alone here, she could hear her own thoughts more clearly without interference or pressure. And it was a place of happiness for her, so she wasn't swayed by darker emotions. All of those were things she required today, because she had a decision to make.
Hera had been weighing the options since the thought occurred to her on the very last night of October. That party had been enlightening in a number of ways. Once the altercation had been handled, Hera's thoughts returned to what she had been doing earlier in the evening, the pleasurable exchange that had been cut far shorter than she'd wanted. And she could not escape the pervasive questions that kept pressing her conscience: just how far would she have let things go that night? How far was she willing to take it? Was she willing to cheat on her husband?
He certainly had no problem cheating on her, but though she'd flirted with that line she had yet to cross it herself. Not truly. Had it just been the mask and the anonymity that made her bold enough to think about it? Or was it something she truly wanted to do?
After hours of thought, because Hera did not like to do things on impulse any more-- that caused far too much grief in her past-- she came to a decision. And with that decision came another: she was going to have to give someone her trust to proceed with what she intended to do. And in this instance, there was only one name she could think of for that particular job.
“Hedylogos,” she called silently through the aether. “Your queen summons you.”