Lottie was a fairly free spirit, and she tended to go wherever the wind blew her, making friends along the way. And with friends, she always had a place to stay, to stop and have a bite, to spend the night chatting around the fire, to have a blanket to cuddle up and sleep under. There wasn't a palace built to her on the mortal plane, nor did she have her own place in the Underworld, because she really didn't need them. Friendship was everywhere, and it was welcome everywhere.
But there was something wonderful about coming home.
Home was, and always would be, the temple of Night and Darkness on the plains of Erebus. It was such and odd conglomeration of rooms and halls, corridors and staircases, unless you grew up there, it was almost impossible not to get lost. Philotes loved it. Because it was so full of love to begin with. There was never, ever a doubt that she had the love and support of her family, especially her parents, even if she wasn't much like her siblings.
So it was with a happy heart that she found herself back in the Underworld just in time for dinner. It was always a bit of a surprise just who was going to be at the dinner table. Some nights, it was just her parents, others, it could be all of her brothers and sisters. Including the Keres, who numbered in the thousands. Lottie loved both kinds of dinners, intimate, huge. And all the ones in between. She just loved spending time with the ones she cared about.
Meandering down the hall, she was looking for her parents, but that wasn't who she ran into first. Instead, she found a sister she hadn't seen in far too long. “Styxie!”
And then there were hugs. Whether Styx liked them or not.