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crystalnexus2020-11-23 12:08 am
hotfooted) wrote in crystalnexus2020-11-23 12:08 am
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◆ Who: Zagreus and You
◆ Where: A city park fountain, near sunset
◆ Summary: Zagreus has never been on the surface for this long, and is having trouble getting used to it.
◆ Warnings: None.
The sensible thing to have done when first arriving and being appointed a greeter was to listen to that greeter's advice and take it easy, settle down in the little place that was to serve as his temporary(?) new home, rest up. But Zagreus never was one to be sensible, let alone rest. He'd never been on the surface for this long - never been allowed on the surface this long. It was as if, in this place, even the Fates couldn't touch him.
And so he'd taken to running across the entire city, full of boundless energy as if Hermes himself had blessed his step. It wasn't for hours that he was finally forced to slow down, the setting sun glittering as it bounced off the crystal structures that stood tall in view no matter where he wandered. Zagreus shielded his eyes from the harsh light he still wasn't used to, as he panted for breath, looking around where he'd ended up.
It was a garden... or, so Zagreus interpreted it. There was greenery abound, with cobblestone paths cutting through the grass and trees and shrubs. A fountain stood at its center! Exactly what he needed. Without even a second thought, Zagreus sprinted to the fountain's edge and leaned over the edge, slurping at the water.
It was a mistake.
He spit the water out as he wiped his mouth. "Eugh! What's in this water?" Zagreus squinted at the fountain as though he'd just taken a big sip from the Styx itself, mouth tinged with a metal taste. Beneath the shimmering water lay coins... countless of them, of all manners of size and shape and material, looking nothing like the drachmae Charon traded with. The water itself didn't look all too pure, either, and while it was far from the worst thing he'd ever put in his mouth, he wasn't pleased.
"Who in their right mind would tarnish a fountain with coin and dirt?"
◆ Where: A city park fountain, near sunset
◆ Summary: Zagreus has never been on the surface for this long, and is having trouble getting used to it.
◆ Warnings: None.
The sensible thing to have done when first arriving and being appointed a greeter was to listen to that greeter's advice and take it easy, settle down in the little place that was to serve as his temporary(?) new home, rest up. But Zagreus never was one to be sensible, let alone rest. He'd never been on the surface for this long - never been allowed on the surface this long. It was as if, in this place, even the Fates couldn't touch him.
And so he'd taken to running across the entire city, full of boundless energy as if Hermes himself had blessed his step. It wasn't for hours that he was finally forced to slow down, the setting sun glittering as it bounced off the crystal structures that stood tall in view no matter where he wandered. Zagreus shielded his eyes from the harsh light he still wasn't used to, as he panted for breath, looking around where he'd ended up.
It was a garden... or, so Zagreus interpreted it. There was greenery abound, with cobblestone paths cutting through the grass and trees and shrubs. A fountain stood at its center! Exactly what he needed. Without even a second thought, Zagreus sprinted to the fountain's edge and leaned over the edge, slurping at the water.
It was a mistake.
He spit the water out as he wiped his mouth. "Eugh! What's in this water?" Zagreus squinted at the fountain as though he'd just taken a big sip from the Styx itself, mouth tinged with a metal taste. Beneath the shimmering water lay coins... countless of them, of all manners of size and shape and material, looking nothing like the drachmae Charon traded with. The water itself didn't look all too pure, either, and while it was far from the worst thing he'd ever put in his mouth, he wasn't pleased.
"Who in their right mind would tarnish a fountain with coin and dirt?"