The great dining hall of Rhea's temple glowed with warmth.
The long table stretched from one end of the marble chamber to the other, draped in white cloth embroidered with golden thread.
Platters of fruits, bread, roasted meats, and steaming bowls of grain covered the surface.
The air smelled of honey, herbs, and wine.
Servant nymphs moved quietly, refilling cups and adjusting plates, but the true heart of the room was the family gathered around the table.
Rhea sat at the head, her smile unshakable as her eyes drifted constantly over her children, unable to believe they were all together again.
Hestia sat close by, her calm presence steadying the atmosphere, though her lips often curved in a quiet smile.
Hera and Demeter sat side by side, sharing occasional whispers, their eyes sharp but softened by the occasion.
Zeus leaned back lazily in his chair, cup of wine in hand, while Poseidon tore into his food with gusto, clearly unconcerned with appearances.
