At the suggestion of yet another ball, no less a masque, Demeter was in higher spirits than she was normally. She wore the gifts bestowed by Zeus and like Her was already planning her costume. She was debating between wearing all white and feathers as if she were an elegant bird or taking on perhaps a brighter shade of crimson. Whatever it would end up being, Demeter kept wondering if Zeus would find her becoming in it. She told herself to stop entertaining those thoughts. For now.
"Please tell me that you are thinking of ways of making this masque a true spectacle," Demeter said seating herself next to her sister with a grin, "I don't want to be too lavish though...it is a masque and it seems to be begging for us to get carried away." There was little in need of greeting, but Demeter remembered herself and added, "But how fairs my sister on this beautiful day?"