She'd been rather quiet since we'd come back from the fields, so I piled the fruit on the table, her wine and water, a dinner of cheeses, and a steak. She wouldn't look at me, but at least she had an appetite tonight. She devoured her steak, ate some of a peach, drank a cup of wine then washed it down with water.
She was picking through the ambrosia on her plate, when she finally deemed to look at me. "Yes?" her tone was not that of her usual beautiful lilt or even her flirtinous, it was aggravated. I searched my mind, but could not place what I'd done.
"I was just wondering if you were okay? You haven't said much." I cleared my throat. She looked at my plate, then at hers and growled. "Persephone?" I questioned leaning forward. "What is wrong with you?" She stood straight up, bent over, her face meeting mine. Her green eyes brighter than usual as if the fire she had in her soul was trying to escape through the emerald irises and I felt her ambrosia plate come down on my head.
At first I was shocked, no one had ever challenged me in such a manner, but then her face took on a whole different theme. Shock flashed, then embarassment, then a grin, then embarassment before she turned and fled the room. Ambrosia dripped down onto my shoulders and I grinned. I wiped it with my finger before sticking it into my mouth. Something had my beauty fired up, and like all things she was one to jump in without thinking. I cleaned myself up and rushed to my room. Excitement dripping as much as the ambrosia had, I couldn't wait to see what she did next. Even angry, she was a rare treat. No one else had ever treated me in such a way, and I found I enjoyed the thrill it sent through me.