continued from hereHer nephew never ceases to both amuse and surprise her with his spontaneity and humor. With his guest, Loki, walking with them outside, Hestia recommends going along the one path that has the most deities nearby. Pleasant company that he is, Hestia still wants to make sure that any and all gods who see them will know that no ( Read more... )

Continued from hereLoki definitely approved of Dionysos's way of 'making friends.' Food... ale... he was a happy Loki right now ( Read more... )

The death of a God is something rarely heard of ( Read more... )

Hestia holds no high regard for works of Aphrodite or her brood. Swearing by touching Zeus’ head only reaffirmed her decision to be a maiden the rest of her days-a simple formality that merely solidified her own will in the matter ( Read more... )

Hestia positions her arm, releases the ball and lets go with a good swat of her racket, sending the sphere to its target on the wall across from her. Said wall is now see-through in order to keep her eye on the fire. She knows she can look elsewhere as she would know instinctively should it be threatened, her wards, everywhere, marking and keeping ( Read more... )

"All right, but fair warning, Poseidon. Demeter may not give as receptive a welcome as you might think…if you follow along that is,” Rhea comments as she turns to step outside.

“Coming?”

Attis has run off again-great-just great. Rhea fumes for a few seconds before realizing once again that the poor boy isn't going to be gone for long and it isn't as if he has vanished to do unmentionable things with the ladies. He would not dare. Oh all right, he might be a bit of a voyeur, but who is not in some form or other. Stifling the humored ( Read more... )

After Auster has gone, for the first time in a very long time, Hestia steps outside her home where she guards the sacred fire. Timidly, she keeps it to a matter of bi-locating with her stronger form staying in close proximity to the fire's heat. She surveys what damage there is to be seen from her steps. Not much, but her home has always been a bit ( Read more... )

*Crossposted to Hestia journal*Distinctly lacking a throne, Hestia’s home is almost quiet and very dark this terrible day. Save for the sacred fire whose light that even Erebos cannot censor, her only concession to the wars outside her home is that blinds are up all round--shielding any luminosity from within to the outside. When all is said and ( Read more... )