When the door opens, they fall into the pond which lies within a grove of cypress and olive trees that fill the air with complicated scents,

"Now that wasn't so long."

She approached the door with her power around her and a look in her eyes that has brought Winter ( Read more... )

The Plaka is quiet, the twisting, wandering cobblestones have few souls on them this odd Spring night as Demeter leads Clark into Athens.

Demeter turns, her veil slipping for a moment as she is home and old memories keep rising in her heart and she is complicated and true,

"North to Olympus."

She's gone, oh where she has she gone?

Kore is there and around and about but 'Rene of peace and truth is missing and it hurts.

She must be safe, she must be, she won't cry to Helios and Hermes, she'll find her and yell at her brother.

Not lost, not gone for good, just quiet, just quiet.

The garden is large and wild and there is a gazebo she has made a bower that she leads him to.

The door opens onto a huge, wandering garden still waiting for the first touches of Spring.

Demeter holds the door for a moment and makes sure that it stays to the Bar as she rests her other hand on Ben's, watching him carefully.

Somehow the waiting is the worst part, standing at this tree where Kore said to wait. She watches and waits, soon oh so soon ( Read more... )

The house is quiet and so I walk the countryside waiting for my Kore. Soon she will return but until then I will watch over my friends here and keep them safe and bring them life.

Her VoiceThe ground had healed up the crack from where he has stolen her daughter, but even after all these centuries, she could still feel it in her bones. How roots ( Read more... )