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Sleep had come more quickly than usual for Demeter in Milliways. Though her dream strikes vivid and quickly, the scent of Arkadian earth under her feet and the pain of Kore being gone strikes too fast.

She falls to the ground and is a mare among horses, trotting and running, one among many, she won’t be alone. Then she hears her brother stamping, hooves on hard packed ground and a stallion’s whinny turning into words,

“Demeter!”

Horses aren’t made to cry but she can run, words spinning in her head:

Let me be, let me weep. What do you want?

Of course there’s no answer, Poseidon is the ever coming sea, ever faster and suddenly above her, she kicks and fights but this is ever his form.

Finally he moves off her and she falls to the earth, a woman again and turns to see his face which is blurred by pain and anger and he scolds her though she can’t hear the words.

The earth is there, taking her tears as she pours her anger deep and a black river flows behind him and her brother shows fear deep in his blue-black eyes.

Then he’s gone and she’s crying in her bed in Milliways, her nails biting into her palms as she just tries to breathe.