This Persephone and Macaria belong to me. Anyone who uses them without my permission gets trampled by a Titan.
Anyone/anything else belongs to Disney.
"Maci. C'mere, do me a favor...?"
"What's in it for me?"
"You get the satisfaction of helping your parents out. Now shut up and c'mere."
"You're absolutely ridiculous. Packing now? You've got weeks until you have to leave."
"I'm getting a head-start on things so I can get out of here as soon as possible on the first day of autumn," Persephone replied to her mother, shooting her a look.
Demeter frowned as she watched her daughter throw chitons and robes and et cetera into her suitcases. "Must you bring everything you own with you?"
"What, do you expect me to go out and buy new stuff every equinox? I'm gonna be gone for six freaking months."
Demeter rolled her eyes. "But, still-"
A knock on the door cut off Demeter's words.
Persephone rose from her spot on the floor - she had been kneeling - and went to go see who would dare disturb her when she was only a few weeks away from coming home and in her happy state.
"Ciao, mom," said Macaria, leaning in the door frame with a scroll in her left hand.
Demeter, behind Persephone, disappeared in a poof of green.
Macaria gave the now nonexistent goddess a dirty look and strode into her mother's home.
Persephone grinned. "Oh, so now you come visit me? I'm coming back in a few weeks."
"I'm here on business," replied Macaria with a grin of her own, and she waved the scroll in her hand at Persephone, "Message from dad."
She took the scroll from her hands and unrolled it curiously, blinking and then smiling when she saw the two words scribbled in its center:
Persephone hugged the scroll to her chest, ignoring Macaria, who was making a big show of rolling her eyes and gagging, and staring absentmindedly out the window instead. After a moment, she looked to Maci and spoke, "So if I write something to him tommorow will you bring it for me?"
Macaria looked at her flatly. "Uh, no. I'm already real thrilled about being daddy's little messenger girl, 'kay, I don't need to become mommy's messenger girl, too. Get one of your nymphs to do it."
"They don't like going to the Underworld, though."
"Tough for them. You're in charge of them, make them go." She said it matter-of-factly, like this should have been obvious.
Persephone rolled her eyes. "When some dryad shows up at the Underworld tommorow, try to keep her from getting mauled, mkay?"
"What's in it for me?" Macaria said, leaning up against the wall with her arms folded and her eyebrows raised.
"The satisfaction of helping your parents out."
Macaria blinked. Heh. Deja vu. "Hm...okay, fine. Whatever."
"Thanks a ton."
Maci shrugged then cast a regretful smirk at her mother. "I'd love to stay and chat and all, but I have to go. I've got people waiting for me."
"People?" echoed Persephone.
"Yes. Intelligent two legged things that talk. People."
"I try," Macaria shrugged and grinned, "Okay, now, seriously, I have to go. Seeya soon, okay?" Before Persephone could respond, she had vanished, leaving only a disappating cloud of smoke and a faint burnt smell behind.
Persephone, after another second of wistful smiling, set the scroll from Hades on her bed and resumed packing.
~Author's Notes~ I wrote all of this last year to celebrate the first day of fall. (yes, I know it's a day early... SHUSH). I would've posted it sooner but I had to wait til the time was appropriate. :)