@enduringrcse
“-well that’s all they’re allowed to do.” came the irritated huff from the brunette as she sat sulking at the unwanted attention from two male humans across the bar. she stayed close and almost huddled against the other as she struggled with how to handle that sort of attention. it was something that was beginning to happen more and more lately- the opposite sex seeming to eye the young goddess. it was something she did not like in the slightest.
“i wish they would stop. its uncomfortable.”
She hadn’t meant it as anything but a cheeky jibe, but seeing Antheia close in on herself under the glances of the men quickly gave her attitude an adjustment. She knew what it was like to have unwanted advances from men-- what woman didn’t? Persephone remembered what it was like to be a young goddess, when her mother had shielded her from an onslaught of male attention in vain. She’d resented Demeter at the time. She looked at the men, who were smiling and muttering to one another, wolfish smiles. Then she looked back at Antheia. “Interesting you say they’re allowed to,” she remarked. Her own lips curled a little.
“When I was your age, Artemis told me something that happened while she was out in the woods. A hunter came along with his dogs- she told me she could feel the animals there, and the prey they were hunting. But the man stopped. He had seen Artemis, spying on her from behind some trees. He should have kept on his hunt,” that was Persephone’s opinion, at least. “But he watched her. Idiot. A man who thought his eyes were worthy to look upon a goddess. So she set his own dogs on him to tear them out,” she finished with an amused charm. She respected the move. Her brows rose at Antheia, wondering how she would take the story.
