Happy Hour

[wheatencrown]

Demeter's golden hair isn't its normal wheaten gold but instead fading to a pale yellow because in a few days her daughter will go. The door surprised her in the midst of preparing her harvest for the cold of winter and her hands are stained with many colors from the various fruits and vegetables she's been preserving

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[is_a_ghost]

"What is on your hands?" asks one of Demeter's customers, standing at the bar with paint on his hands, staining his skin as well. "If I may ask."

[wheatencrown]

"Of course you can ask, child. The juice of lemons and pears that I've been preserving,"

She listens to his accent and says in French, "Would you prefer to speak your own language?"

[is_a_ghost]

He shakes his head gently, white hair swinging. "Non, I am trying to be better with my English. But thank you," he smiles softly, black line of stitches below his lip still jarring against the whiteness of his skin.

[wheatencrown]

"I see. What can I get you and are you hurting?"

The stitches are worrying but she knows that she can try to do too much at times. Its the refrain of her daughter's that she misses the most in the Winter.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, my friend," Teja says, leaning on the counter and looking at her.

"I plan to work in my forge, and visit my people often, and sing long ballads by the fire in winter for them," he adds.

[wheatencrown]

"That sounds like a wonderful way to fill the cold months. Let me know if I can join you or bring them anything."

[ostro_goth]

"You shall always be welcome there," Teja says. "You are much loved by all of them. And I would think your tales would be happier and less grim than my ballads."

[wheatencrown]

"Some of them are, yes, but not all of them. My family brings happiness and pain in equal measure. What can I get you to drink?"

[calledgreenleaf]

The Elf stops before the bar, dips a slight bow, bemused smile tugging at his lips, and perches on a stool as a fluid motion. He's wearing what he thinks of as court dress; a fine but sturdy green tunic with light embroidery in gold of leaf patterns along the edges and up the arms, and trousers that match.

"My lady Demeter," he says, though his cheerfulness is tempered some by concern for her seeming tiredness, "it is a pleasure to see you again, though I am not certain from your side we have yet met...?"

[wheatencrown]

She smiles at his ease and says,

"We have, Legolas of the Great Wood. What can I get you this evening?"

[calledgreenleaf]

Legolas brightens, smile losing its confusion, "Your people may change their physical raiment--bodies?"

He is not surprised; they are not Valar, but something akin to them on their own world.

"I," he says, thoughtfully, "should very much liked mulled wine, if the cold is our theme, though snow has not yet fallen in the Great Forest and shouldn't for several months."

[wheatencrown]

"Oh yes, we can rather easily. We're known for it,"

Transformation is one of those things her family does a lot and she starts to make up some mulled wine for him.

[smallgayjew]

David smiles a bit as he slides onto his stool. "Could I just get a cup of tea?"

He doesn't recognize Demeter. She didn't look anything like this the last time he saw her.

[wheatencrown]

"Of course you can, dear. How are you doing? Any changes in your love life?"

[smallgayjew]

David frowns a bit, confused as to why she'd be asking.

"Er...I'm well. Have we met?"

[wheatencrown]

"Yes, I'm Demeter and you're David,"

She gives him a long look and grins, "Have you found a lover?"

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo hesitates for a good while before he approaches - and even then, it's mostly because he's pretty sure she'll say something if he doesn't start the conversation. Just because he's heard the local iteration is nicer doesn't mean he'll believe it until he sees it.
But eventually, he does sit down. "Hello, Auntie."

[wheatencrown]

She's rarely called Auntie and looks over to him and laughs before offering her arms for a hug,

"Milliways is terribly strange with our family. You're from the same world as Percy, Annabeth and Thalia?"

[iamso_awesome]

Well, she is, and that's what he calls her.
"I am," he says, returning the hug. "And you're not, not that I'm complaining."

[wheatencrown]

In her version of the pantheon, he's one of her favorites, she doesn't think that will change with this one,

"No, I'm not and I'm glad you like me. It would be very strange if you didn't."