The garden of Demeter was in full bloom, an eternal spring untouched by the sorrow and shadows of the Underworld.
Bright flowers danced in the breeze, the air filled with the sweet perfume of nectar and honey, while a table of fine marble sat beneath a canopy of grapevines, laid with tea and cakes.
Persephone was seated there, her cheeks puffed up in indignation, arms crossed tightly as she complained to her mother.
"It's unfair! Absolutely unfair!" Persephone huffed, stamping her foot against the grass. "Aphrodite must have cheated somehow! There is no way Uncle Hades, of all people, would choose her. He is dignified, serious, responsible… and she is nothing but a lovesick fool who chases any skirt that walks by! How could he possibly…"
Demeter raised her cup, sipping her tea with practiced calm, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
She had long since grown used to her daughter's melodrama, but today's outburst carried a sharper edge.
