As Emma and William exchanged philosophies on the nature of the genders, another was observing.

Demeter.

Because of the divine, we can only go in-depth to such a goddess, but suffice to say, she had some interest in the exchange happening before us.

Mortals, here? How? Could it be… ? Demeter thought to herself. Impossible. Perhaps. And yet, not, clearly. How can I use these mortals to my advantage?

Demeter was walking along the invisible threads of the universe. Those strands of Chaos which wound their way around all of creation. Looking at the mortals from beyond the veil, then, she carefully weighed her options.

Being immortal, Demeter, of course, knew that nothing she did truly mattered. Very few entities could kill her and even fewer would have any hope of succeeding. Interfering in Poseidon’s realm might result in unpleasantness for her… then again, she was already made to feel ‘unpleasant’ by the so-called god of the sea, so what more could be done to her than has already been wrought?

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If she interfered, Poseidon would take his wrath out on the mortals. On the other gods. He would throw a hissy fit. It would create dysfunction…

Demeter smiled. What was she thinking? She would have to be crazy to create dysfunction among the gods, right? They, as creators of the universe, were all powerful agents of order. They were supposed to uphold order, not create disaffection.

And yet, Demeter was so bored. So completely, and utterly, and totally bored!

As Demeter thought about what to do with such an oddity as this — two mortals in a god’s private realm — she fiddled with some pretty shell she had found. Her thoughts turned inward; invariably, she thought of a time long ago. A field. Horses. And then… him.

Scowling as she crushed the shell between her fingers, Demeter made a decision. Yes, some chaos was good.

Needed, in fact.

Parting the veil of Chaos, Demeter introduced herself to the ragged — and dirty — mortals.