“I think that you can understand that telling you that there was another woman, was done in preparation for our separation, Persephone. I have no intention of disclosing her identity to you. I know better than to do something as foolish as that.”
The more I spoke, the more obvious it started to become that she was getting worked up. The flower crown that she wore upon her head, slowly started to turn back, started to rot and die. It was something that happened quite often, and I knew that as soon as she felt better, it would return to it’s natural state. The same way that my skin-tone betrayed my emotions, her flowers did for her. Every one of the gods had something similar, although it was something that was entirely unique to them.
“Whether it was done in preparati……
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