Who: Hera and Demeter Where: Ladies' Gardens What: Planning a masque! Rating: K+
Hera settled her skirts about her as she sat on a bench in the women's gardens. She wasn't usually a fidgeter, but she couldn't help but shift a bit as she waited for her elder sister. She was thrilled to be planning the masque, and more thrilled for it to happen. She'd already set a few of her attendants to making her gown and mask- an homage to peacocks that hugged her curves and bared enough flesh to entice but not enough to be immodest. For a masque, anyway. The rules were more relaxed then, and she'd take advantage of it while she could. She was caught up in her own reverie, and a parade could have been passing in front of her and she would not have noticed.