The Answer.....
The Goddess of Death had been pacing for months now, unceasing.
Her acolytes became exhausted trying to follow Her, and had long since retired to the silken pillows strewn about the marble flooring of Her home. Now and again, one would brave Her mood and match steps with Her, offering morsels of divine food or a cup containing the sweetest wine to be found.... All these were turned down with a distracted wave.
Why was she in love? Why with HIM?! He, of all people, the husband, the married god of Aphrodite herself...! Why? It would not have been a match she would have chosen for herself. Remembering nigh a year ago now, she had chided her breaths-older sister for setting her eyes on a married man... and now look at what she herself had become... She didn't understand it, and she didn't understand it and she didn't understand it, and then she did.
She hadn't chosen this! She couldn't have! Surely not! But if she didn't choose to fall in love then.... who...?
Abruptly, She stopped. Her acolytes murmured softly, all sitting up straighter on their pillows. One or two even rose to see what was wrong. But by the time they had approached Her, the goddess was heading for the door. Her fingers were clenched tightly into Her palms and Her jaw was set. She stepped out of Her door, down Her path, and in a flashing was gone... Her acolytes knew not where.
Her acolytes became exhausted trying to follow Her, and had long since retired to the silken pillows strewn about the marble flooring of Her home. Now and again, one would brave Her mood and match steps with Her, offering morsels of divine food or a cup containing the sweetest wine to be found.... All these were turned down with a distracted wave.
Why was she in love? Why with HIM?! He, of all people, the husband, the married god of Aphrodite herself...! Why? It would not have been a match she would have chosen for herself. Remembering nigh a year ago now, she had chided her breaths-older sister for setting her eyes on a married man... and now look at what she herself had become... She didn't understand it, and she didn't understand it and she didn't understand it, and then she did.
She hadn't chosen this! She couldn't have! Surely not! But if she didn't choose to fall in love then.... who...?
Abruptly, She stopped. Her acolytes murmured softly, all sitting up straighter on their pillows. One or two even rose to see what was wrong. But by the time they had approached Her, the goddess was heading for the door. Her fingers were clenched tightly into Her palms and Her jaw was set. She stepped out of Her door, down Her path, and in a flashing was gone... Her acolytes knew not where.