Alright. Good. The most difficult step had been undertaken and he was allowing her to tug at him as if she were his owner and he was a dog, which… well, Thyone wasn’t quite thinking that clearly and objectively as to what the situation resembled from an outside point of view, she was more concerned about reaching the end of the market and uneasy gazes that were leaving uncomfortable pinpricks on her shoulders and bare arms. How large was this market? It hadn’t felt anywhere near as long when she’d been leisurely traversing, minding her own business, browsing wares. Suddenly it seemed that it must have inexplicably expanded in the time it took for her to be mugged and subsequently saved by a yet unknown, nameless god.
She tossed another look over her shoulder, offering another slight smile that came and went in the span of an exhale. In her other hand the pendant swung back and forth as if counting the seconds. Thyone almost didn’t remember she was holding on to it at all, despite that it was the cause of everything. Much the same as another necklace had once been, ironically.
Finally, they were out of view of those that had witnessed the confrontation and amongst newer, uninterested faces that only turned to them with surprise at their hurry – and at the god’s size, towering well over everyone else in the market unless they stood on something. She had the feeling that was quite normal, however, and relaxed slightly, then even more so when they broke away from the noise and the crowd. She tugged him behind a rickety wooden mule stable that had the smell of an outhouse, placing them entirely out of prying eyes.
Thyone closed her eyes, and tightened her grip around his fingers, not sure it would work but praying it would. To Greece. To a spot that she loved dearly, to a temple half-forgotten by time already and worshiped by nature, not mortals. Moving through Concept was not always easy for her, some part of her rebelled against the impossibility with every inch of her all too human soul. This time, however, she was in a hurry before someone became inquisitive enough to peer in on them.
Greece. The smell of hyacinths. A breeze mild enough to feel like a comforting touch. Grass plush enough to sink bare feet into. The sound of running water, soft lake waves lapping at good, dark earth. Sunlight filtered through tree leaves the way light fell through cathedral windows, soft and warm. Thyone took a deep breath and squeezed the god’s hand again.
Then she realized that she could do that. Feel his hand again, and the way hers fit in his. Oh. Thyone opened her eyes and gazed at the familiar sight of the temple she had once been worshiped at, a soft, light place where the temple still stood but half-swallowed by climbing ivy, occasionally inhabited by pregnant deer seeking shelter. It had never been meant to be a grand, egotistical monument to her, and as time had gone past, it had been forgotten. Which was fine by her, it was a lovely place to sit and think when all that was her life in the halls of Olympus became overwhelming.
Hopefully, it would have a similar effect on her visitor. Thyone finally turned around slowly to look back at him. She didn't say anything. Just held on to his hand and let him realize with his own eyes where she had taken him.