Some Enchanted Evening (400 BC, Swiss Alps) [tag: Thor]
Now what was she forgetting? Something either terribly important or entirely inconsequential that if she didn’t remember right then, she was only going to find out when she needed it. Such was the way of packing an overnight bag.
Thyone stood with her arms akimbo, examining the items laid out on her bed, waiting to be placed inside the leather bag propped open at the foot of said bed. Hair combs, a packet of spices that Thor never had in his kitchen that she always drove herself crazy looking for to no avail, extra clothes, though nothing that would be able to stand up to the cold of the mountains outside of the house… truly, she needed to track down some furriers and see what they could do for her… but still, something niggled at the back of her head, insisting that she was missing something even if it wasn’t apparent.
What was it? Thyone rubbed the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger before she stilled. Oh. Oh, right. Goodness gracious, honestly? She’d forgotten that? Thyone groaned out loud in the privacy of her bedroom. That was why she tried to make lists and check before packing. Always and forever she forgot something. Oh, well, no harm done. All she had to do was go over to her son’s temple and pick some up, and then get back to preparing for departure.
Though she was the goddess of inspired frenzy, which was often misunderstood, she herself was a remarkably serene person and her temple reflected that. Soft colors and graceful lines with wide open spaces gave it an airy, ephemeral feel that beckoned visitors into sitting down and letting stress seep away, take a nap, even, and dream of good things. It was small and that was the way she liked it, since the only reason she maintained an Olympus home at all was to be close to her son, and because that seemed to be the thing to do. Become a god? Have a temple home in Olympus. It wasn’t as if she could have returned to Thebes, all that had happened there had been too much for her to take.
There was a little path from her temple to Dionysus’s, easily missed by the eye. She did not wish to bother her son or Ariadne so her intention was to simply visit the wine cellar and return home, a task that should have taken, at the most, five minutes.
Instead she jumped as she heard thunder and her head snapped in the direction of the largest palace in Olympus, Zeus’s very own opulent home where he ruled as King. Oh, no. She didn’t know why he was upset and did not wish to discover why. Normally, she left Olympus entirely when either Zeus or Hera was in a foul mood. Lucky thing then that she’d already been planning to do so. If luck held, whatever issue was irking the King of the Gods would be smoothed over by then.
Thyone hurried down to the wine cellar and selected a jug, ignoring the nervous and defensive way her shoulders tensed. It wasn’t something she could help, only live with, deal with, and move on. It didn’t matter if it was grounded in recent experiences or extrapolated from those that occurred while she was alive; the human mind was prone to panic easily.
Carrying the precious bundle one arm she ducked back into her temple and without fuss began throwing everything into the bag. As long as it fit, it was fine. She tugged the bag shut and then stopped, taking a deep breath. She was being silly. Just because something was going down in Olympus didn’t mean it had anything to do with her.
But still. To Thor’s she was going, and she would be dreading returning. Thyone picked up a blue himation, pulling it over the chiton she already wore. It would help with the cold. She took a moment to smooth it down properly so that she wouldn’t appear to be a refugee but instead someone who was going to earth expecting to enjoy a few days with a friend.
Thyone grabbed a hold of the bag and closed her eyes, finding in her mind the place where Thor’s house was. Tracing with a mental eye the structure beams that braced the building against strong winds and blizzards, the tall fireplaces, the—
Her breath came out in a plume of frozen crystals before her skin registered the sudden absolute drop in temperature. Thyone opened her eyes to see that she’d already arrived, going from Olympus to the range of mountains that bordered the farthest reaches of Gallia. She was standing in sandals in snow, feet already prickling in pain. As much as she absolutely adored snow and planned to throw herself into a great big pile of it the first opportunity she got, she had to get out of the snow and into something more appropriate.
The bag she let go of, but the wine she held under one arm even as she started to tremble, reaching out to knock on the door before her. Please let him be in, she thought. Thyone realized then that she should have mind-called him first before ever leaving Olympus but… yet again, her urge to hide had overridden common sense. Thyone wrapped her arms around herself and tried to reach out to the thunder god. Thor? I have arrived.