<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Weaver and the Maid</span></b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"><a class="username" data-user-id="8147" data-username="Finnrin" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8147/">Finnrin</a> </span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Dion loved happy endings, while they lasted. Between the Olympians and the mortals, he believed that there were some ‘happy endings’ that should be commemorated before time ran its course and the mortal soul traveled down to Hades’ realm, to merely exist or be punished, or rewarded. Aye, when the ‘happy ending’ was done, the life of the mortal might yet turn their soul away from the Elysian Fields. The Gods would then go about their various offices and the attached responsibilities, never forgetting but sealing those memories away like a book in a vast library to be exhumed if occasion ever came that the memory could be useful. Even commemorated, time would have its way and the memento fall to ruin. But Dion loved them, while they lasted.<br/>
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That was why Athena had set up her loom in an illuminated corner, while the rest of Lounge was dimmed. Mnemosyne was at her side. The titan had visited all the Gods and the mortals that had been present that night that the Muse of Comedy first brought a mortal to the Lounge stage. The mortal was a man of average height and some very noticeable girth…, which the honest mortal would have pointed out as being ‘fat’. Still, it was all so unexpected, the Fates slipping him in through the door, unnoticed. The man meeting and impressing Thalia. Thalia demanding Dion put the man on the stage. The man nearly bringing the Lounge down around everyone’s ears by making Gods laugh. The escape from the stage by the comedian and the muse for a lover’s tryst. Dion had commissioned his sister to create the tapestry.<br/>
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There was no contest of skills involved and no limit of time. Athena could do the work as she felt best, turning memories into something that would become priceless art. Central to the tapestry would be the mortal, speaking into a microphone and looking at a goddess in his audience with adoration, while the goddess looked at the mortal with impossibly equal adoration. Surrounding the central figures would be the various Gods (including Dion) and mortals that had been in attendance that night, all laughing and transported into a state of joy by the mortal’s performance. A photograph could have captured the images. It could not have shown the joy and the love.<br/>
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As Athena worked with thoughtful ease, Dion brought over a bottle of Debina. All of Dion’s wines were spectacular, but Dion had served the mortal Debina. The white wine seemed like a good choice to offer to his sister, under the circumstances.<br/>
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“How goes the work?” asked the god of wine and madness, looking elegant in the black and white he favored in his guise as a simple bartender.<br/>
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His sister, dressed in clothes wine red in color, her golden brown hair in lovely curls, her face intelligent and beautiful answered, </span>“It will be everything you wished for and more."