| The Enemy Of My Enemy [Sparta, 102 BCE] (tag: Enyo) |
[21 Jul 2014|04:23pm] |
Hel made sure she was polished and perfect before arriving on the streets of Sparta. It might be a bit risky; she was unused to the heat and it didn't do good things to her makeup, or the delicate skin deftly hidden underneath. If she had to, she would take the food back home to eat it.
Food was what had brought Hel here in the first place. She was hungry for traditional Greek food. Dinners in the Underworld with Nyx and Erebos had made her appreciate the local cuisine, and she had woke up that morning craving it. While she knew she was more than welcome, she didn't want to just show up at Hades' gate and beg a meal. She was a big girl now, and there was no reason she couldn't go get something herself.
( She chose Sparta because she had heard it was easier for a woman to travel alone. )
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