Re: Zale
Demeter just smiled reassuringly at her son, then cooed at Dasha as she took her into her arms. "I won't tell if you won't, Dasha." She held the baby close and nuzzled her affectionately, pressing several kisses against her soft cheek.
Oh how much she'd longed to hold a baby in her arms... Though a small part of her was reminded of the child she lost, a greater, louder part was thrilled that this was her granddaughter, her own eldest's child. It didn't matter who her father was, so long as Persephone's ichor flowed through her veins as well.
"You know, Dasha... You need a little something for your hair." she said matter-of-factly. With a bit of trivial concentration and borrowing a few blossoms from a nearby bed of poppies, Demeter fashioned a small living hairband of flowers just the right size for the baby. She placed it on Dasha's head, then frowned a little. "Not the right color for that outfit..." she said before tapping the blossoms with her finger and matching the poppies to the little girl's dress. "Much better."
Just the first of many gifts for her granddaughter.