Persephone was pretty much dragging a giant suitcase down the long set of stairs that led down to her shop. With each new step there was a loud thud that stated she was nearly breaking the stairs but she didn’t care. She was determined the get out of the slums of New York and risk stepping into the chaos that was in the more mainstream area of the city. She slightly shuddered at the idea of Aphrodite being back. Adonis must have been going through hell, Ares was probably a laptog and now Hades didn’t want to see her. Why wasn’t she screaming for joy from the rooftops? She didn’t know. But right now she wanted to get her suitcase down the damn stairs.
When she noticed Poseidon was just complimenting the store and not helping her out, she gave him a bit of a deadpan look. “Yeah, Poseidon. Thank you for the help. “She continued to drag the suitcase down the steps, rolling her eyes with a bit of a frustrated huff, a strand of hair flapping from her eyes. She was dressed in a slightly dirtied spring dress, her feet bare and just as dirtied.
Finally she made it down the stairs and near threw the suitcase on the floor before she sat on it to rest for a moment. “You’re right. I do keep myself busy. I’m not sure if I panic so much, but I appreciate the whole fresh thing.” She was silent for a moment before she looked up at him with slightly tired eyes.
“Feel free to help yourself with whatever you wish. But in exchange at least try and offer me something decent. I’m a little screwed here.” There was no room to be graceful about anything. Wasn’t everyone a little on the edge? There was no king to the throne and though it was spring time, she didn’t feel light hearted at all.