[ mal frowns at his back. the little girl looks no older than dizzy tremaine, maybe even younger than lady tremaine's sweet, excitable granddaughter. then the little girl turns around and surprise roots mal where she stands. when the goddess smiles, mal hears the familiar timbre of jay's and carlos' laughter. she feels the gentle closeness of evie's arm linking through hers.
mal's eyes flick to nico for instruction, but because mal's luck is terrible and nico fails as a brother, she has to fumble through. sliding one foot behind her, she drops in a little curtsy. ]
Thank you, lady. It's an honor to be in your presence.
[ the goddess looks nothing like the faded illustration in mal's book. there she was a grown woman, her himation draped over her hair, her visage unsmiling. but mal knows her. the eldest-born, the goddess of the hearth. hestia. ]
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mal's eyes flick to nico for instruction, but because mal's luck is terrible and nico fails as a brother, she has to fumble through. sliding one foot behind her, she drops in a little curtsy. ]
Thank you, lady. It's an honor to be in your presence.
[ the goddess looks nothing like the faded illustration in mal's book. there she was a grown woman, her himation draped over her hair, her visage unsmiling. but mal knows her. the eldest-born, the goddess of the hearth. hestia. ]