Persephone tilted her head as she watched the boy, herself leaning against a pillar on the outer courts. She was in her younger form today, innocent and childish. The petite goddess couldn’t help but call out to the cupbearer. “Thinking about drinking it?” She asked from her place, curious as always.
Almost startling him, Ganymede glanced over at the small girl with a whip of his neck. "What?" He asked almost automatically, then corrected himself "I'm sorry?" For a brief moment he blinked, knowing instead of rephrasing his question he should have just answered - it wasn't as though he hadn't heard her but reflex pressed him to ask for some sort of repetition. "No, I'm sorry. I was just looking at the design on the bottle." He lied, it was a white lie but she wouldn't know that, he hoped.

















