Who: Persephone, Amphitrite, Hera What: We Three meet again When: Saturday afternoon Where: Zeus & Hera's house, Mount Olympus Warnings: TBD
Persephone wondered, as she dressed herself to meet her fellow queens, what was going to come of this. Of course she wanted to see them, any sense of familiarity in these uncertain times was comforting. But beyond that? She couldn't say.
Her dress was a darker black than her hair, decorated with onyx beads, her lips a vibrant red. Gemma hadn't had much to her name, but she'd gone out to a shop the other day to find something suitable, and the owner had almost tripped in her haste to help her. Persephone had tried to protest, she didn't have that kind of money. But the owner, a woman named Moira, had waved her off, instead asking if perhaps Persephone would remember her if she needed something else to wear. She'd taken Moira's card, promising to return.
She got a taxi to Hera's house, smoothing her skirt as she walked up to the front door. She pointedly did not let herself hesitate as she knocked; there was no going back now.