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[apollinares]

There is dust on his face, in his eyes, in his hair, on his clothing.

(He's spent the past months roaming.
I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar.No destination in mind, no end in sight.
As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his

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[puckishly]

Puck probably shouldn't be outside. It's not as safe as the bar, for him-- there being any number of things to fear from the woods.

Caution, however, has never been his strong suit.

Therefore, there is a slight figure watching Apollo from atop a big rock by the lake, with the precarious posture of someone about to take flight.

[apollinares]

"Kalispera," Apollo calls down the way, long legs shifting with unusual grace as he makes his way across the green.

"The air's good," he adds, following a short pause. (The way the statement is delivered - let alone the statement itself - suggests that speaking isn't something he's done in a while.)

[puckishly]

"And a good even to you," Puck returns, relaxing slightly-- but only slightly-- at the word and at his approach.

He smiles; it has teeth in it, even in the darkness.

"I find it often is."

Murmured, and if Puck were the sort to be hesitant he would sound it now.

He's still watching, albeit not quite as obviously as before.

[apollinares]

"Are you planning on taking advantage of it?"

It's plain and simple curiosity. A little childish, perhaps, but generally well-intentioned.

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene's down by the lake, not really doing anything. Just staring down, as she often does.

Behind her, she sees the reflection of someone she knows, and turns.

(She'd never known him as well as the others. Still, he's a familiar face.)

[apollinares]

Tragedy in general was something he'd never grown to like (possibly because he had had enough of it already), but it wasn't something he faulted Melpomene for.

He stops a short ways away, gangling limbs recollecting themselves into a whole.

"Kalispera, Melpomene."

[tragic_mask]

"Hello," she says, simply.

"It's been a while."

[apollinares]

"Has it?"

It's not sarcasm that causes him to respond so quickly.

"I suppose so. I feel like it's been a while since I've seen anyone."

[wheatencrown]

She has missed her nephew and Demeter has been not around Milliways that much of late, far too much pain for those she cares for.

Yet she spots him enter and follows him, wrapping her black cloak tight around her,

"Oh Apollo. Where have you been?"

[apollinares]

"Around," he says, after some careful consideration.

"I'm not sure."

Another pause.

"I've been running."

[wheatencrown]

Once she's close enough, she hugs him tightly,

"From what?"

[apollinares]

"Myself. Other people. Things."

He leans his head on her shoulder, suddenly small, suddenly tired.

"I couldn't be sure."

[untiedtheknots]

It's an impulse she understands.

She abandons her table and follows him out, keeping a few paces behind.
And thyself thou enterest thy Father’s house, and all alike bid thee to a seat; but thou sittest beside Apollon.
She doesn't speak until they're closer to the water's edge.

"Hey there, brother mine."

[apollinares]

"Hey there, sister mine."

He smiles, small but sincere (because, more than maybe, she generally makes him feel as though everything will be alright).

"Long time no see."

It's almost a question. But not quite.

[untiedtheknots]

"Too long."

Observation more than criticism; they have all the time in the world.

She ruffles his hair, knocking some of the dust loose.

"Where've you been?"

[apollinares]

"I wasn't really keeping track," he admits, wrinkling his nose.

"Here. There. Everywhere.

"I remember Africa."

[fleecy_seeker]

Grover is out by the lake enjoying the peace it offers. He is tracing the patterns of the stars (are they really stars?) that line the sky when he catches a scent that seems familiar but not familiar.

Looking around he sees the approaching figure and stands to offer a respectful bow. "Good evening...lord?"

Please forgive the question, Grover is still struggling with the idea of multiple versions of the Theoi.

[Can I beg a slow as it's late here?