Demeter grew worried about Molly as the day shifted into night. Molly usually returned to the house in the afternoon with her flowers to make into bouquets or to be used for healing. She walked out into the plain at twilight and saw Menthe, Molly's best friend, who she rushed to.
"Menthe, have you seen Molly? She was meant to be home hours ago." Demeter asked the slender nymph dressed in green.
"No, Demeter, I haven't seen Molly, she usually goes to that section of the field to gather her orchids." Menthe pointed to a line of trees where the orchids grew.
As Demeter walked across the field she saw a patch of dead grass and Molly's flowers had been strewn all across the green grass around it. "Menthe! I found Molly's flowers and her basket, it looks like someone has kidnapped her!"
Distraught at the loss of her daughter, Demeter was determined to search to the ends of the earth for her Molly and cursed whoever had taken her beloved daughter.