Who: Persephone and Hecate When: Saturday morning Where: Persephone and Demeter's home
Persephone always went to bed early and rose early to greet the daylight. It was around 8:00, which was as early she would wake up on a weekend when she didn't have work.
She awoke fresh as a daisy (no, really) in the little yellow house she and her mother lived in. At the moment, Demeter was grocery shopping, so Persephone helped herself to the kitchen after she had stretched, brushed her teeth, and did all those other morning habits.
Clad in a long white night gown (not floral pajamas, sadly) and some fuzzy slippers, she treaded toward the kitchen leisurely and sat down at the kitchen table, preparing some cereal. She was just sprinkling a bit of sugar on her cornflakes and stirring in milk when she felt the strangest sensation, a precognition of sorts. It wasn't like anything she felt when a god was near. It was more like expecting a god to be near.