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The second Demeter saw Hades take off for their baby brother, she wasted no time in starting the search for her pretty rose Hera. What has that disobedient little girl done now?
The Goddess of Agriculture hastily followed the sound of the shriek, coming to what looked much more like broom closet than a lavatory (A broom closet being the size of an entire apartment room).
What she saw stumped her.
Hera was definitely in here, at least she thinks so, but is that Hera? The Queen certainly did not look like herself. Well, technically she did, only when she was a toddler. This was highly out of character for her(see what I did there😉😉).
"Um, pretty rose? Darling birdie? What happened to you, my dear?" Demeter cooed soothingly. Hera wasn't screaming anymore only looking at her with a broken expression on her face.
She wasn't expecting the next few actions her baby sister made.
Hera raised her arms above her head, her wrists barely above her hair. Demeter lifted her easily, settling the mini queen against her hip. Hera leaned into the Goddess of the Harvest, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
Demeter wanted to laugh. She hadn't seen Hera like this in a millennium. Why she was in the form of a what, five year old little girl, is beyond her.
Demeter was too busy musing in her head to notice Hera glowering up at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?!" Demeter exclaims at her sister's grumpy expression. This girl.
Hera did nothing to reply, only glaring harder at her older sister, her pout deepening.
"Unless you wish to end up over my knee, girl, I suggest you mind who you are looking at like that." Demeter promised, staring her sister down. She watched as Hera lost her backbone and looked away.
Demeter failed to notice that Hestia didn't follow her untill a very high pitched squeal rang throughout rhe eldest Goddess's palace.