A sad smile bloomed as Philotes spoke. There were so many complications between the Underworld and Olympus. It wasn't just her mother who had been unhappy with the union, so much that she shifted the seasons to show it whenever she was gone, but the others. She didn't want to see how the others would look at her child. She wasn't ashamed of Makaria, but she didn't want to expose her to Olympians. The snobbish and 'entitled' airs they all carried made her sick sometimes. Sometimes she sat on high, looking down from the mouantain feeling sick with the thought of having to talk to them.
Sometimes she sat in the dark cold places of the Underworld and wondered what she had become since she'd started her reign as queen.
She didn't want to force that on her youngest. She would have one home. She would have some sense of stability. Persephone might not be able to provide it for herself, but her husband could. Melinoe could. Philotes, she hoped, could as well. If she could not personally dote upon and love on her new baby, what better way to express herself than to give her time with Affection.
"Maybe," she replied wistfully. "One day when she's not as difficult." She gently placed a hand on the small of Philotes' back. "And Makaria is older. If she really wants to." And Hades is okay with it. One of the main reasons she didn't want to take Makaria up was because she was a daughter. She didn't trust Zeus with anything female in his presence. She was testament enough to what he would do to girls and she felt that both of her children were sufficiently beautiful. Perhaps Melinoe's appearance made her a little harder to accept. Makaria had some normal coloring, although she was far from bronzed.
She'd been a horrible brat about the whole arrangement really. She'd probably done more damage than good when they'd first married. She'd been the worst person, crying about how she hadn't liked the Underworld, didn't want anything to do with death and decay. She'd resented so much before she'd allowed herself to learn about and accept things. Once she'd adjusted things had become much different. She could see the advantages there were to living below to living above.
At least the dangers here knew what they were and didn't try to hide with lies and slick words. They were a proud people. There was a family down here that she could only really envy in the way they loved and cared for each other despite their differences.
"She's much safer down here." That was said with certainty.