[Colors of Olympus]: Orange <Hestia>
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[Colors of Olympus]: Orange <Hestia>
Modern Mythology: Hestia
“Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?”
A modern Hestia and with one glance into her eyes, you would think you were returning home. There is a fire there, in her eyes, but it holds no malice or pain, it’s flames belong on firewood, it’s warmth fogging the windows of a living room, flickering to the beat of laughter and sighs. She is felt everywhere when one is at home, let it be in another’s eyes or in the pages of a story, she is the warming of one’s heart and the widening of their soul, until one stands on top of this world, and she is the one that whispers to the people of this world that they deserve something to call their own, and to know that it will not always be beautiful. She walks the streets, especially when the light is dim, to remind the world that home will never be far from their grasp, and if they do not have one or do not know one with peace, she will show them the way to a hearth worthy of their love, let it be an arm for them to hold, a bed all their own, a story to love, or simply the wind in their hair as their skin knows the flames she holds in her eyes.
modern mythology → hestia
Hestia, maiden pure, Has no desire for love. First and last born, Her hand was sought By Sea and Light. Completely unwilling, Stubborn even, She refused to be a matron, Swearing on the head of the Father To be maiden all her days. Given was she, honor high, A place in every home and temple And the richest offerings, both first and last. Hail Hestia, Chief of the Goddesses May you warm my home And make all who enter welcome. (x)
♛ The Greek Goddesses ♛
Hestia
Goddess of the hearth, home, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state
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“That’s true, I hadn’t thought of that. Pity we can’t get them like the miniature horses the mortals breed.”
“I think I’d still be a dog person. It’s easier to hold paw than to hold a hoof.”
“What does she not look good in?” A smile found her lips as she looked to the other woman. “Then that’s perfectly enough for me.”
“Chartreuse, but don’t let her here it. Something tells me that I can get away with it more than you likely could.” Hestia grinned. “So, tell me what you’ve been up to all these years.”
As soon as she saw her daughter she went to her. She held onto her tightly, closing her eyes to stay in this moment with her child. Knowing one of her children were safe was already making her feel better. “I am so glad you are alright.”
Hestia clung to her mother, unaware of the tears leaving thin trails down her cheeks. “I don’t care why we’ve been trapped here. I’m just glad it’s brought us back together,” she whispered, slowly releasing Rhea and settling for merely holding her hands. “I’ve missed you more than words can say.”
“Oh. Alright...” He was even more confused than before, if that was even possible.
It wasn’t long before the pair reached her room, and Hestia quickly pushed open the door and ushered the mortal inside. “This,” she picked up the laptop sitting on her bed, “Is a laptop.” She set it on the table, opening it up and powering it on. “Not sure how long the battery will last, but I’m sure Zeus can help me with that later.”
“What? What’s that?” Patroclus inquired as he quickly followed her, trying to figure out what she meant.
“It’s...um...well it’s sort of like a magic...uh....box, I guess,” Hestia offered, struggling to think of the best way to answer the question.
“Yeah… I have no idea about what you are speaking of, I’m afraid.” Patroclus frowned as well and ran a hand through his hair. “Enlighten me?”
Hestia grinned, walking backwards as she spoke, heading towards her room. “It’ll be easier to show you. Luckily I had my laptop on me when I was poofed up here.”
“Precisely. All we need is more clues. Or any clues.”
“And a dog. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you can’t solve a mystery without a dog and a brightly painted van.” Hestia frowned slightly. “All of these references are lost on you, aren’t they?”
“If only I would have not been created, as if that was any of my control.” Artemis shook her head. “If jealous was a shade she’s worn every one.”
“Jealousy is green, and Hera looks lovely in it.” Hestia swung an arm around her niece’s shoulder. “Don’t worry dear heart, I’m more than happy that you exist.”
This was certainly not how she imagined things going for her. Olympus looked just as she’d remembered it, though the confusion that cluttered her brain was keeping her from truly reminiscing. Then the concern of her children struck, wondering if they were still safe. “Hello? Is anyone out here?”
Following the voice that she knew all too well, Hestia practically shrieked at the sight of the redhead. “Mother!” The goddess ran towards the woman, throwing her arms around her without a moment’s hesitation, tears of joy springing to the corners of her eyes. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
“If we are going to have mythical creatures showing up here, I’m kind of keeping my fingers crossed for a flying horse or two,” Hermes said. “Pegasus was kind of cool, till Zeus turned him into a constellation.”
“Oh, I love Pegasus. Although it’s a bit harder to cuddle up on the couch for a movie marathon with a horse than it is with a dog.”
“No problem. It’s not your fault. It is, however, very peculiar.”
“To quote one of my favorite books, ‘curiouser and curiouser’.”