Underworld, Demeter's Garden.
The air was heavy with the smell of blooming flowers, the pond reflecting the faint glow of ghostly lights that hovered over the surface.
The kiosk in the center stood like a serene sanctuary, where Demeter sat gracefully on a stone chair.
Her long hair glimmered faintly in the dim underworld light as she calmly sipped her tea.
Themis, ever composed, sat with perfect posture. Thetis sat more casually, her elbow resting on the table, swirling her cup lazily.
"I didn't know you moved to Underworld, Thetis. I was surprised." Said Demeter.
Thetis smiled, "Thank Lord Hades and Lady Themis for that. I was almost imprisoned or married off to some random guy just because of a prophecy."
Themis grimaced, "Apologies. It was because of my prophecy..."
"No need for that. I should even thanked you." Thetis smiled, "Even if you weren't the one to prophesized it, someone else would."
"Still—"
