Who: Orpheus and Calliope What: Catching Up Where: The Temple When: Yesterday! (Backdated one day, sorry!) Warnings: Cute family fun?
Orpheus wanted his mother to see this place - what he'd done with it. Temple building had always been something he felt particularly skilled at, but he hadn't tested those waters for centuries. Not since he was a mortal, actually, and it was a duty and a life that he was building and not simply a home. But once this was dedicated it would not be simply a home, either, and now as he looked around the gutted sanctuary it surprised him that he saw no traces left of the christian haven it had been once. Everything had been taken, trashed, burnt - whatever had been done to it, it was finished now. And he'd spent the majority of the last three days with fresh wood, building up a larger stage where once the pulpit stage had stood.
He had a vision. They would put on plays - the old plays - here. They would open the doors to the mortals his songs touched and they would drag them into worshiping the old, true Greeks instead of these newer pretenders, and they would do it the right way. Not with fear and morality lessons, but with art and drama and music. The way it was meant to be. The newly cleaned walls of this sanctuary would be rebuilt, would wear murals of comedy and tragedy. The ceiling of the nave would be for astronomy. Poetry and dancing on the walls behind. It would be his family, and they would be worshiped and strong again. And if his old gods also took power from it, the way his songs gave them power, that would be better too.
For now, Orpheus sat at the edge of the stage, looking back over his work. He could see it coming together. It was not nearly ready to be dedicated, but the end was not so far away that he couldn't imagine it.