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[wheatencrown]

Demeter has been hiding because she feels weak and rather foolish for falling apart as she did.

The little statue is safe in the pocket of her long black sweater as she gets a pot of tea and a simple meal of bread and soup.

Tonight she'll return to her walk and do some good to balance the hate of those women.

Tiny tag: Demeter

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[x5_493_ben]

And not far from her curled up, possibly half asleep, would be her 'son'. Not that he was hers but she'd taken him in. Taken care of him. And if she does miss him, she can't miss the rumbling purr coming from him.

[wheatencrown]

She does find him and gives him a gentle hug not wanting to wake him just yet.

[x5_493_ben]

He stirs a bit but for the most part snuggles into that hug, taking in her warmth. Something he's not felt for a while now. He's comfortable. Content even.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter uses the hug to check to see if he's lost any weight or is hurting anywhere.