Who: Jord and Raven What: Being pensive/drinking. When: Saturday night. Where: A small, fairly quiet bar in the village Warnings: Language is a fair bet.
The days were passing, at the moment, in a fairly bland sort of haze. Jord was working, working just as much as she had been in the weeks preceding this, trying to ignore whatever sorts of ridiculous shenanigans Adonis was pulling, trying not to feel completely ashamed...
The goddess would handle this, as she tried to handle everything, with wisdom, dignity, and poise. And so her hurt manifested as a quiet sort of private mourning, her smile and her laugh fading into rarity, her time spent chiefly handling work matters and caring for her animals and plants. She still had not cried...would not cry for him. Doing so would only make matters worse. And now...well, Jord had been alone for a very long time, had worked alone even longer, and the Earth Mother expected to be able to continue on in a solitary way, unencumbered by relationships with other beings, mortal and immortal.
But truth be told...she was lonely. Very lonely. And when she was alone and she was not working, the goddess couldn't help but to think, and thinking was rarely good for one when all of the thoughts consisted of fate and a life lived unhappily. For though she had found quite a lot of fulfillment in her current mortal identity, a part of her would always despise the past, and now...now she despised herself for the present as well. The goddess' mind was so brimming, so full of thoughts and she just wanted to be near to someone who didn't make her angry.
Meeting here with Raven had been the obvious choice.
It wasn't that she wanted to talk him out of whatever happiness he had found - she would never begrudge a friend their connections - but he seemed as though he needed a balanced viewpoint, and she needed a friend, and in any case, it seemed as though the entire thing would do them both a fairly large amount of good. The goddess sat huddled in the corner of a booth, dressed simply in a pair of grey slacks, a deep blue wrap shirt, grey heels. On the table beside her was a dark local brew, a cigarette dangling between her fingers. Her eyes were far away, lost in thought, and occasionally she found herself taking drags from the cigarette almost as an afterthought. Pensive, yes. They were both likely to be pensive tonight.