Eleusis, Attica.

From Eleusis to Athena, the worshippers of Demeter and Persephone followed their way. They were making a pilgrimage to the acropolis of Athens, to the Eleusinion, the temple where the sacred mysteries and rituals took place, in the minor mysteries. Only to then be led back, in procession of the initiated into the mysteries, towards the Telesterion in Eleusis, where the sacred relics of Demeter and Persephone were shown to them, and the revelations of the priestesses revealed to them by a fire.

If only they knew who was with them this time.

Among the worshippers and initiates was a woman, a strange one. Regal, but humble. Young, yet mature and wise. Pure, it seemed, but mysterious. A duality that could cause confusion, as it was contradictory.

She also happened to know a little too much about the goddesses, their ways, mysteries and lives. But she was mostly reserved, quiet, and sat a little farther from the relics. Not interested in drawing attention to herself, it seemed.

Under the black cloak that covered her, there were peeking bits of her peplos. A silk so delicate it couldn't possibly be made by humans, perhaps by Arachne, had she not been dead and punished by Athena because Athena felt jealous of her crafts and indignant about her art. A beautiful color, resembling both the pink of fresh blooming petals and the kind of color that only came from molten gold.

Her green eyes settled on the priestesses, and slowly observed the people sitting by the fire. Some merely muttered prayers and praises, some were on their knees, some others seemed nervous... Some others had fallen asleep.

A small huff, too quiet to be heard, escaped her lips at that. Something that was partially annoyance and partially amusement. She was youthful and beautiful under her veiled appearance, but her green eyes, bright as the fertile fields, held wisdom and knowledge of eons.