America was a weird place, at least for Makaria. She still wasn't all together used to the random comings and going on this still all too new country and place. The Americas before were untouched, except for a few communities. Now it was sprawling ever westward. But today she was in Kansas, and there wasn't anything particularly interesting about Kansas minus the storms. She'd come here several times. In the hot weather there were storms like this hot weather met a cold front and bam. Lightning and Thunder for miles and miles. She could lay out in a field far from people and just watch it. But tonight felt uneasy. As if there was something bigger. Or maybe..

( Maybe it was just a death looming on the horizon. )

San Francisco May 1937

It wasn't much of a park yet, construction was still everywhere, but Makaria had a nice blanket laid out. She had a bottle of wine, vintage in a way that Mortals really had no idea, at the ready along with a couple of glasses because they only started to drink from bottles after the second or third one. The crowd on the road not far from here was huge. So huge Makaria was thrilled that they didn't have to be a part of it. It was sort of a picnic, but he told her to bring the Wine. Which was different because she normally brought the food. Maybe he meant bring some of the wine. When she and Thanatos got started it hardly ever finished with just one unless they had something to do.

( They often had too much to do. )

The French Renaissance was nothing pretty to begin with. It started with plague which she spent a lot of time dealing with, then wars. France was always at war, or dealing with war in one way or another. But as it progressed and changed the movements of the country was wonderful as a whole. Art, dance, and the various people in France came together and it was a beautiful wondrous time for many. Makaria couldn't help but feel caught up in the life of this small country. She couldn't help but want them to be happy and not war torn. Plague was bad enough, war was bad enough, this just needed to be a time of peace and happiness for everyone.

Especially for Lord Benoît. He was a young Lord. His father taken by sickness a decade ago. He had only been 10 then, and named Lord. While his mother ruled over their lands, he grew and became a man. A very pretty man at that. Even his name seemed special to Makaria. It meant Blessed. He was blessed. She had watched him for so long. Attended parties at his estate without revealing herself to him. But she had watched him from afar and her heart had fluttered and her breath had caught at the sight of him. But she couldn't do anything, could she? He was a mortal. He would die.

( But she still loved him. )

There was always something bittersweet about seeing Hades. It wasn't for a dislike of his brother. On the contrary, Zeus was very fond his family. Sure, he was rather smug that between himself, Hades and Poseidon, he got the best lot of rule, but that wasn't out of malice. It was out of general sibling rivalry. At least that was how he saw it. No, if Zeus wanted to be malicious... well... Hades would know it. In the meanwhile, the youngest of Cronos' children tried not to rub it in too much when he made the rare excursion to the Underworld.

( Well, maybe just a little. )