Knitted warmth wrapped around broad shoulders fought to battle the ICINESS of Artemis’ welcome –– if one could call it that. Hestia took no offense; she’d endured far more than this in her many millennia since Titan rose and fell. But as keeper and protecter of the Hearth, it did tear something apart to watch the siblings so far from one another.
Though, of course, it was only inevitable that they reunite eventually.
Hestia wondered how the world would fare then.
“ I’m not here to give you my blessing. I know you don’t need it, ” she placated. “ I asked him the same question. ” By which she meant: he misses you too. Though the barb in the wired words may have been the implication that he, Apollo, still visited her.
Of course he did.
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