【 ▪ ▫ ☼   “It seems that Christian holiday is upon us at last. I’d like to wish everyone who celebrates the holiday a Merry Christmas!”                                                                        “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go make Pit think Santa paid him a visit last night. ”     ▪ ▫ ☼ 】

-- puckish-rogue liked for a starter;; 【 ▪ ▫ ☼    Oh, how the days blurred together now that she was forced to go into hiding; blending in with the mortals of the Earthen world. Days went on and summers passed like the winds of time were mocking her with every chance they got. She lived a simple, boring, sad existence but what mattered the most was that she was simply living. Hiding. The darker side of the Grecian world was nothing more than a vast memory now since many went into hiding from the wrath of the ancient world. Her story as well as many others were nothing more than considered myths now... a story that never existed. Long story short, the Goddess of Light was simply contented knowing she was one of the few who made it out alive-- along with her best friend; Goddess of agriculture-- Demeter, who shared her now modest existence with the Goddess.  The two adapted quite well, to their surprise, with the mortal realm. They had realized that with their combined powers, they created delicious foods and abundant flowers when Demeter’s daughter came to visit for the spring. Artlessly, the two created a flower shop together where they sold beautiful bouquets and other accessories of the sort to the mortals who requested and ordered them for special occasions. Weddings and prom being the most busiest for them. It was a quiet and elementary existence, but they were content.... Sad to say, Palutena was not sure where the rest of her family was. Or if they were even alive. Even Pit had disappeared after the attack on Religion. From what she gathered; she was alone, for the most part. Even with Demeter and her friend’s daughter who shared a common flat above the flower shop in the busy city. She figured she was the last of the Weather Gods.  Even today, it was a quiet, slow day. She answered the usual phone calls, watered and trimmed the flowers, played with colors that matched in different bouquets, and delivered those orders to their respectable owners. She was mending the shop by herself while Demeter took the day off and she would have been alone if it wasn’t for the ringing of the front door that brought her out from the back of the store. “Hello! Welcome to Sky Flowers!” She called out, brushing a piece of her emerald green hair out of her eyes that had slipped from her loose ponytail. “Can I help you with anything?” She asked, now setting her eyes on the gruff, and quite frankly, serious looking male who looked completely out of place from the colorful and happy aura the store emitted. She gulped.    ▪ ▫ ☼ 】