With his inventory replenished and Hephaestus keeping watch over the studio, Prometheus takes a well-deserved break to visit the Plaza, although he is not entirely relaxed. Not when there is only a tenuous ceasefire and a frankly inefficient anti-violence field currently keeping things quiet.
And now, not even that, with so many terrified women and children milling about the Plaza. They all look so lost, like a flock without a shepherd. He pauses in worry, wondering what calamity has led them here.
A woman sits on a couch, three young children gathered around her. Two of them press up against her for comfort, the third sobs incoherently for his mother. She looks up and locks eyes with Prometheus and pleads, "Please, can you look for Endre's mother, she was separated from us when we escaped. Her name is Magna, she has dark hair in two plaits, and a dress like mine. I... I tried to keep her in sight, but I was carrying my children, and --"
"Say no more," Prometheus gently interrupts. "I will go find her. Is there someone in charge of your evacuation? How many of you are there?"
The woman shakes her head. "I... I don't know." She reaches awkwardly to draw little Endre towards her, gently shushing him. "No one is in charge, our king told us to go, so we did. T-there was a Jotun helping people through at the gate..."
That bit of information makes the Titan's heart sink, though he's careful not to show it. "I'll be back as soon as I can. If you need something for yourself or the children, ask any of the vendors here and tell them Prometheus sent you."
He gives her an encouraging smile, then heads further into the thick of the crowd, looking for both Endre's mother and Loki, whom he is more sure about finding.
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And now, not even that, with so many terrified women and children milling about the Plaza. They all look so lost, like a flock without a shepherd. He pauses in worry, wondering what calamity has led them here.
A woman sits on a couch, three young children gathered around her. Two of them press up against her for comfort, the third sobs incoherently for his mother. She looks up and locks eyes with Prometheus and pleads, "Please, can you look for Endre's mother, she was separated from us when we escaped. Her name is Magna, she has dark hair in two plaits, and a dress like mine. I... I tried to keep her in sight, but I was carrying my children, and --"
"Say no more," Prometheus gently interrupts. "I will go find her. Is there someone in charge of your evacuation? How many of you are there?"
The woman shakes her head. "I... I don't know." She reaches awkwardly to draw little Endre towards her, gently shushing him. "No one is in charge, our king told us to go, so we did. T-there was a Jotun helping people through at the gate..."
That bit of information makes the Titan's heart sink, though he's careful not to show it. "I'll be back as soon as I can. If you need something for yourself or the children, ask any of the vendors here and tell them Prometheus sent you."
He gives her an encouraging smile, then heads further into the thick of the crowd, looking for both Endre's mother and Loki, whom he is more sure about finding.