âIâm not little,â the godling grumbled, just then, it seemed, catching on to the meaning held within the Winter Ladyâs words. A defiant pout slipped onto her features, though she did not dare argue her point any further, knowing full well she wasnât exactly in the position to do so.Â
After all, she still was in trouble. She still was surrounded by the remains of a once neatly organised artefact chamber, a collection of ancient weapons and armoury, not meant to be touched by the clumsy hands of what was considered merely a an infant in the eyes of other Olympians.
Unheard of a little one to wreak such chaos⊠Pah!
And yet, the godling was rather pleased with the goddessâ offer; the disapproving expression disappearing from her features momentarily, she hurried to the older ladyâs side, resting her little hands on yet another display currently being set up right, not necessarily convinced her aid made much of a difference, but⊠well, at the very least she was trying!
There was quite some effort she put into the task, too, hoping intently, against all hope, no punishment would follow her reckless actions, which had led to the chaos around them in the first place - maybe, just maybe, if she managed to impress the Winter Lady⊠the goddess would be willing to forget about the entire ordeal? Perhaps she would turn a blind eye, pretend she had not even seen the godling anywhere in the area?
Oh, what a wonderful outcome to Spithaâs dilemma that would be, indeed!
â Perhaps not. But consider the perspective of your elder here, then youâll understand that everyone is little to me. â A corner of Demeterâs painted lips lifted slightly        away from sight. Her grandniece is quite endearing        much so than her father who Demeter considered to be rough around the edges, but she wasnât as irked by it unlike his other family members.Â
Demeter knew that sooner or later someone would notice the shoddy cover-up, the flaky arrangement of such â sacred â war memorabilia. ( Though Demeter wasnât the type to understand its importance, let alone its appeal ). Perhaps that was why she was helping the child get away with her crime rather than scold her senseless.Â
As for the clean up itself        the faster the better. Though, to be caught alongside the young Spitha would be very amusing to her        her general pettiness towards most of Olympus outweighed the need to maintain her regal pretense as the eldest of all Olympians.Â
And hey, given the current low sheâs in ( and how the whole surface was in conjunction ), any amusement would be worth restoring her spirit ( even for a bit ).
The cleaning expended a lot of effort       there was definitely more effort spent in conveying the little care Demeter had for the actual arrangement. A pathetic pile of arrowheads atop a pillar, some lopsided weapons, mistmatched armour sets ... ah oh well.
â Come now, little one        we both know better than to stick around after making all that racket, â her eyes shift to the doorways as she dusts off her hands.Â
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