"Mm, yes, perhaps on one side they are silver or even a glittering gold color and then on the other a bright crimson to sweep over them," Demeter mused, not thinking it would take much difficulty in persuading their brothers. She pressed her fingers against her lips thoughtfully, "Our masks should designate who we are as well, perhaps golden ones for the titans and silver for ours?" She paused though as Hera expressed her sadness for Hades.
Demeter nodded solemnly, "I fear it. He loved her a great deal, he seemed a new man once he'd taken her to his realm...but we must stay optimistic, no? Even if he says no, we must at least try to encourage him to attend the masque..."