Life goes on.
It was something that they were all familiar with.
Though Zagreus was no longer with them, they had to keep moving. They knew they would see him again. When he were to be reborn, they would set out to befriend him once more. And who knows, he would probably be different from the god that resided at their camp.
And sure they knew that in this time it was completely treacherous to turn their backs on Hêrê and not pay her the proper respect. They knew how cruel the gods could be, but-
Zagreus was their friend.
They had made sure to be seen constructing a temple for him, creating mythomagic cards for him, and paintings. They made sure that they could be seen honoring him and then-
Then they secreted away everything into the grove because none of them deserved to rest their eyes on him.
And though they did know that he would be reborn, it was still so hard to lose someone that was a constant in their lives. It was Rachel who had made his custom mythomagic because Nico and Will could not look at it without breaking down. And none of them could appear weak; not when their citizens were looking at them to lead.
(Rachel wasn't sure she would ever stop mourning. He had tried to protect her when she was the one supposed to be getting him to safety. She forced them to start training her. She would not be a liability to anyone else.)
They had pleaded and begged for information from Haidês who had told them that Semele was still a child; a few years shy of marriageable age. She was a few years shy of catching Zeus' attention and then they would have Dionysos back onto the mortal plane.
It would be a long while before they saw him as a god again, but they could wait. They would wait.
Ariadnê stood within the temple of the gods as she was prepared to leave for Thebes. She would see if she could convince Semele to return to the kingdom with her. She was nothing more than a princess at the moment while her brother Polydorus and nephew Pentheus were ruling alongside Zethus and Amphion.
Politics made her tired, but she hoped by the time she left the place, then Laius would be able to rule. Maybe she could even drop a helpful hint or two to keep Oedipus from killing him and sleeping with his own mother.
Ariadnê was dressed in a fashionable traveling cloak that Silena crafted for her. Her mourning veil covered her face as Dêmêtêr raged against the world once more due to the death of her son.
The girl smiled as she saw her brother leaving their Father's temple before he rushed back out to help with the reconstruction. Nico was feeling too out of sorts to help conjure anymore helpers. She knew that Will was watching over the boy since Nico had thrown himself into work for the kingdom.
Thalia had hit the road already, heading for the ports to head for Crete. The others were going to leave after she and Thalia made it back. No one wanted to leave the kingdom undefended for too long.
She walked into her Father's temple, feeling something soothe inside of her at the smell of the ocean waves. She held a seashell necklace that she had crafted herself within her palm.
Despite how mature people thought she was-
Ariadnê was still just a kid that never really got a chance to grow up.
She was just a kid that needed her dad.
(Some days she still felt like that five year that hid under her bed from her stepfather, praying that her Father came back from his stupid trip at sea to save her.)
