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[dionysos_evios]

He comes in the lushness of midsummer, his music beating in both slave and lord like a second pulse. Miracles follow him on this day; there is a spring running sweet with wine below the twisted apple tree, and another spring issuing forth milk beside it, and beside that a spring of clean, sweet water. The taps in the Mansion all run red with wine

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[floweredknight]

Florence is not a boy much given to revelry, but he's not going to pass up perfectly good wine. He sits on the porch steps with it, and watches the goings-on with bright dark eyes.

[slythelegance]

Pansy yawns, politely covering her mouth. She also takes a seat on the porch steps, crossing her ankles as she takes a dainty sip of wine. "Hmm."

[floweredknight]

He looks over with a quick smile. "Good day, my lady."

[slythelegance]

She looks at him in mild surprise. "Oh, hello, there. Are you not partaking in this... party?"

[landlesslioness]

*Medea is given to suspicion, not revelry, and if she feels a lightening in her feet and heart, she ignores it. a strange smile plays on her lips as she watches a stream of wine flow from a faucet*

[dionysos_evios]

Dionysos loves well the wooded hillsides, and yet he has a place as well in the home; he wanders inside, a slim boy in only a loincloth, cocking his head to one side at her smile. "What is it?"

[landlesslioness]

You are known to me.

[dionysos_evios]

Politely, he asks, "Am I known to you, lady? Was it my frenzy that brought death to those pale-cheeked boys?"