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[b][center][color=bf4f51]PARVATI[/color][/center][/b]
[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=bf4f51][b][I]SEATTLE UNIVERSITY, HOME OF THE REDHAWKS[/I][/b][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=bf4f51][b]MOOD:[i] SHE CAN'T RIGHT NOW[/i][/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]

[indent][indent][color=darkgray] At least she wasn't going to be alone. That was the first thought Parvati had as she had someone show up who she could at least talk to. No offense to a lot of the other gods, but some of them had such egos. [color=bf4f52][i]Oooh, I'm a Greek God and I've got a Disney movie about my kids even if they are half-mortal! Ugh. It's not like Bollywood couldn't turn out a quick story about me and Shiva...[/i][/color] Parvati had to stifle herself for a moment as she almost thought about one of the main reasons she hated these conclaves. It wasn't the goddesses' fault though. Most of them were cool. She gave Kore a wave back as she got settled.

Thankfully there was no reason to keep thinking about the sadness now that Artemis was here. For all the stick she gave the Greek gods and their party-hearty high-rolling attitude, at least Artemis was one of the ones who could actually inspire her and give her hope. Plus, she was more than willing to trade barbs about her compatriots. [color=5E74EE][b]“You’d think she’d have figured out by now that I don’t sit next to Ares.”[/b][/color]

Shivani shot Serena a sympathetic smile. [color=bf4f51]"Well, you know Morrigan. Not exactly concerned with playing politics on the seating arrangements,"[/color] she opined. [color=bf4f51]"Of course, I think half the time she forgets that I'm basically the only Indian representative that actually comes to these. So, I am more than happy to have you here at the table! I would have picked up a drink for you if I had known we were sitting together!"[/color] She had to stop herself just shy of offering her own to Artemis. Her hospitality instincts were so strong sometimes.

She was going to ask about how the puppy was doing, but there was not enough time for that. It appeared Morrigan was finally going to speak. Or try to speak anyway. Other gods were being quite rude about the whole thing until she finally blurted it out.

[color=91a6b4][b]“Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”[/b][/color]

The news stunned Parvati for a moment. Again, her disdain for the Greek gods ran much deeper than the goddesses, so it wasn't like she was going to weep for the blacksmith as much as she would for one of the foster pets she had to let go. But the ramifications of a god's death weren't lost on the Hindu goddess. Of course, she had to deal with it directly when the Istanbul Conclave happened. It did not go well.

And it quickly proved that the Greeks would be just as volatile as she was all those centuries ago. Hera started playing the soap opera star by accusing everyone. Ares started smashing stuff and pointing guns around, settling on Shango. At least Hathor was up trying to keep the peace. Figured that the Egyptians would have to keep the Greeks in line. Artemis did her best to help, but Parvati just remained in her seat. There were too many memories starting to swirl around.

She could feel the desire for revenge beginning to bubble up again. Parvati didn't even know Hephaestus that well. Again, some blacksmith dude that couldn't fix her bike. But he was a god. As was she. As was Shiva. If someone took him out, they could easily start doing that to others. That couldn't be allowed to happen! There had to be a plan to defend themselves! There had to be some task force! There had to be blood spilled to equal the punishment! There had to be bodies flayed into unintelligible shapes and---

Parvati took a sip of her beverage. Tea always helped calm her down. Even if the syrup still wasn't as good as it should be. It calmed Kali for now. Maybe Kali would be needed soon, but for now, this was not the time or place. The tea helped remind her of that.

Morrigan explained that it was the thread that had been cut. No sign of a body, no clues, nothing. At least when the scouts brought Shiva back from that accursed mountain, there was something to mourn. A husk, but it was still something. The Greeks didn't even get that courtesy. Just a snipped piece of thread. Rather difficult to offer a eulogy for that.

She would have thought more about it, but then that pink mist showed up. It was fleeting and almost mean to show up now, when emotions were running high and she had to deal with the reverb of the last time a God died. She got a vision of home. Her spot in the mountains, with her husband and kids, none of whom she had now. Once the mist evaporated, she was left sitting alone at her table, with another reminder of a past that was seemingly forever out of reach now fresh in her mind. Kali was growing angrier. Parvati needed more tea. Maybe she would have to stop by Little Marjoram on the way back and make sure her stocks were high. Or maybe go to the bar. Somewhere. Anywhere. Being here was not helping her karma stay in balance.

She got up from the table and walked over to Artemis. [color=bf4f51]"I think I need to go, Arti. I'm not feeling well. I need to get out of this place. It's not good for me right now. I can talk to you later? I just, I can't be here right now. I'm sorry for your family's loss. It sucks. I can text if needed. I just really can't right now."[/color] She was rambling, but it's all she knew what to do. She could probably compose herself a bit better on the outside, but for now, she needed to be anywhere but here.


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