Is it still considered a sleepless night when one is almost entirely nocturnal? Perhaps not, and yet even so she was not doing as she normally does, her schedule had been altered for some reason. Restless. Hecate normally went for her evening ambulatory at dusk and remained out no later than nine or ten. Tonight had been different, she had wandered, lost in thought, far beyond her normal haunts. The old tree lined streets of the area in which she lived far behind her and in which direction, she knew not. It didn't matter for the longest time.
The small titan moved, as though haunted, dogs and ghosts alike following in her steps for blocks at a time. Balehounds howling upon the wind, but only in her own mind. It was familiar, the first kiss of chill in the air, the first hint of temperatures returning to the subterranean perfection to which she is accustomed. yet the moon over head, the wind upon her skin, these things were not of her former home but of her more modern one. Could the goddess of crossroads be lost? Yes, she had decided after taking a look around, she could be, and she was. That didn't stop her meandering, still she went, still she walked, the night her companion.
Some say that midnight is the witching hour, the time when the veil between the living and the dead was at it's thinnest, the time when magic swirled upon the air and whispered into the ears of those who knew how to listen. She knew this was not true. It was the quiet hour between three and four a.m. that was the darkest, the most powerful. It was then, that she felt the swirl of home calling, of familiarity. It was then that she drifted from her daze of introspection and realized fully that she was lost. Lost amidst a city of cement, metal, tar and glass. The scent of leaves and grass, of trees and gasoline.
Clad in a black walking skirt and matching sleeveless top, her parasol and lantern held over her wrists, she lifted one hand, flagging a cab. She slid into the back seat, silk and lace upon leather, and slumped there for a moment. Her parasol and lantern placed on the seat beside her. She raised her eyes, bright blue and luminous in the darkness and met his own in the rearview mirror. The question went unanswered though, silence in between the heart-racing beat of death-metal.