Styx waited rather patiently, hoping that the girl would continue. Alas, Hel did not. Something was not quite as it seemed. There was something flowing under the surface of that particular Nord, like silt refusing to settle in a furious stream. It was swirling around, clouding the water and Styx could feel it. There was something boiling just under the surface of her guest, it was like static in the air and curiosity was getting the best of Hate.
Finishing pouring the wine, Styx took the two cups and slid one across the table toward Hel, where she could happily sit if she chose. From the basket she pulled out a round of bread and some cheese. “And the non-mortal?” She asked, hoping Hel would continue. It was an odd place to trail off. Though, perhaps the Nord wasn't too keen on risking bad mouthing her fellow Nords.
Hrm.
She took a sip of the wine and tried to decide how to proceed. “Have my parents told you,” Styx started, “how we, for the most part, down here, interact with the Olympians?” Setting the cup down, she reached for the round of bread and broke it in half. “I don't mean Hades and Persephone, they are transplants. I mean those of us that were born here and are Underworld I the truest sense?” She shrugged. “Though, it is unfortunate, even Hades doesn't get the respect that his siblings do anymore.
“For the most part, we avoid the Olympians and they avoid us.” She hoped that just general talk about the way their world worked would loosing the Nord's lips a bit. There was a reason Nyx and Erebos had all but adopted Hel and Styx was really curious as to they why and how.