Demeter ∾ Δημήτηρ (thesmophoros) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-02-27 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | demeter, ploutos |
WHO: Demeter & Ploutos
WHEN: The afternoon of Thursday January 3rd
WHERE: Drakones restaurant
WHAT: It's a child! Not the Best One, but it's still pretty good!
Winter was a time of darkness and within Demeter it grew and coiled, windings its way through her veins. The restaurant did worse in winter: the whole ambiance changed and some mortals picked up on that. It was not so welcoming, not so inviting. But many felt nothing. Those that had given up their connection to the earth passed over those feelings and carried on, the darkness of winter nothing more than a passing chill that would soon give way. It was all just weather. But to Demeter the seasons were everything. Persephone was gone from Demeter's side and each day ached without the girl.
She focused on other things for the winter. She wrapped herself in the arms of Hecate - Hecate who knew of seasonable changes as well, Hecate who could be light and dark just as Demeter could - and hid any cruelty from the mortals who came into Drakones. It did not good to scare about customers if she wanted the place to stay open.
In the kitchens it was hot and she brushed a wayward curl off her forehead with the back of her wrist. She wasn't cooking today, just coming in to check on people, and they did well without her, these children. She was pleased with those she'd chosen to put on her staff.
It was the scent of freshly cut wheat that caught her attention and she turned towards the door of the kitchen. It was a smell that only came to Demeter with the presence of the Theoi Georgikoi and for a moment she thought it was her bright Persephone but... no. Winter was still deep and cold and there was no notes of fresh blooming flowers to go with it. It had to be her son.
She took off her apron and exited the kitchen, going out into the dining room and casting her gaze around for the boy.