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Post by hestia on Sept 25, 2011 14:40:36 GMT -6
[occ] my first post!! finally!!
It was a warm day. The warm breeze picked up the scents of nature around and Hestia took in a deep breath. Eyes fluttered closed and a small delicate smile lightly formed across her lips. She sat alone in the middle of the park, but she felt far from lonely or sadness. Perched lightly on a log by a barbeque pit, she tended to a small fire. A short, skinny stick in hand as she poked at the flames lightly. There was little wood in the pit but the flame burned just fine.
Hestia enjoyed her solitude as she sat in the middle of a popular picnicking area. Family, friends, children and adults alike were going about their own business having a jolly good time. It was perfect day for an outing like this. Hestia reached forward and glided her hand gently across the open flames and prayed to the gods with a soft mutter of words. An abundance of food to those who were cooking a meal for family and friends that day, a blessing to them so they may enjoy and make merriment. Those were her wishes.
In the midst of such corruption in this world, she could still see the good in people. Her eyes scanned the fields and in was in these moments that made her feel that the mortals that once served her deserved every right to be who they wanted, even if that meant destruction was in their paths. She did not harbor any bitterness that she was forgotten. A goddess who’d once been part of the Olympian twelve but now was a mere memory of once was. But Hestia remained content. She minded the fire as she was born to do. And so long as people gathered around a table for a meal, she would still be alive in them. She didn’t need their sacrifices, or their thanks; only the act of sharing a moment out of their busy lives with loved ones over food- family.
Little notice was ever drawn to this goddess. Taking herself in form of a young maiden. Her appearance was as she wanted to be- innocent, average, and sweet. The mortals around her went about their day, hardly noticing the young female who watched from afar.
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