She was seated at her loom as she tried to wipe away the tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. The goddess was red face as she set up the thread. Though she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, she couldn't. She had a job to do, and she couldn't let her husband down. Ariadne started to string up the thread and sighed as she started up the shroud making process.
Ariadne didn't hate her step-sons. The boys were sweet things, and along side of giving offerings to their father, but they also gave offerings to her. She would visit sometimes, and she was always greeted with open arms by her sons. They enjoyed her presence and she enjoyed their's. One gift that she loved the most was a replica of her wedding crown that the twins tried to make, and she wore it whenever she came to visit. Most goddesses expected her despise the boys, but she couldn't find it in her heart to hate them.
Though, it didn't stop her from disguising herself as a nurse on the day that the boys were born. She helped swaddle the twins and made sure that the boys survived their first few days out of their mother. She knew about all the troubles that her own mother went through to give birth to her siblings and the sadness that followed when the babies didn't survive. Her fingers trailed over their soft heads and whispered her sacred blessings to them, though through birth they were not her's, she still considered herself their mother.
She was glad to see them grow up into handsome young men. She would disguise herself in different forms to push them into different directions to lead them in better directions than what they though. Dionysus didn't truthfully know of all of her meddlings, but if he really knew, then he didn't care. The battle of the labyrinth had just occurred, and her husband informed her of the death of Castor. He was broken. She embraced him tightly and murmured to him that she would be here. She cried along side of him and when he was finally tired, she was up. Dionysus didn't let her leave the bed, so she was thinking on what she could do.
The morning came and she was up in her own room. Her favorite leopards join her as she was getting things ready. She bid her husband goodbye when he had to leave, though she could tell that he wanted to stay with her. Her face was flushed from wiping away tears, and he left her with a kiss on her forehead and lips, before returning to camp.
Strand by strand, she thought of Castor. She thought of his good memories and his sweet smile. How he was do distressed that he couldn't get rid of the baby fat that clung to his cheeks. She formed a shroud that bore a bunch of Dionysus's sacred grapes. It began to glow with her magic. It was something that the mortals attributed to her. Lady of the Labyrinth. She couldn't the tears that were spilling from eyes. Daedalus gave her the title. She was the care taker, and she knew the maze like the back of her hand. Something that she had a hand in, killed her baby. She sucked in a heavy breath as she took the shroud off the loom, and folded it up, taking it to earth with her.
On earth, she was in cabin 12. It was empty, but Castor's bed was still in it's ever messy state. She pressed a hand to her mouth as she held back a sob. There was a voice in the back of her mind, nagging at her. " It was your fault.." The voice told her. " You helped with it...He hates you for his death..he blames you." She shook her head. " No, it wasn't my fault." She said softly as she shook her head. " It was Daedalus, I had no part of it.." She backed out of cabin and dropped the shroud off with Chiron, before heading back to clear her mind.