hores brought a sense of comfortability to the shade, not that she could even pinpoint why they did. Perhaps it was constant need for upkeep that kept her busy from lingering thoughts of grief still left in the aftershock of death. Even if centuries had past since her departure, it was like a parasite that crawled about her heart whenever she let her mind drift for just a moment.
That also played into the part of why she enjoyed her handmaiden duties so much, but even the work could grow tedious. Whenever another absentminded shade happened to drift by, Eurydice was always quick to bark orders, although she was always kind about it. Bring this here, or, set this there, would you? Anything to lesson the load was a blessing from the gods.
Speaking of the gods, the Underworld felt so...off, nowadays. More so than usual, and even if the land of the dead always held a rather abnormal mood to the whole place, it seemed a tension lingered within the dark palace.
Being rather intuitive with her lady, Eurydice merely chalked it up to be stemming from some relationship...issues with the Lord. It had been rather troublesome lately, and Eurydice even managed to keep her ears sharp about her, and heard whisperings of the lord...fraternizing with certain things, although fraternizing was a word used quite loosely. Perhaps she could find out more later?
A dark wicker basket piled high with linens and weaving supplies held against her hip kept her balanced while the lithe shade made her way through the halls. It was such a gloomy place, yet Eurydice never really seemed to mind it. The gloom brought a sense of warmth to her, while the dark hues of the hall kept her grounded in such a state. Her ankle naturally dragging behind her half a pace or two, the dark-haired woman merely made her way with an airy disposition. Hang the cloths, start up the daily weaving, check up on-...
Her thoughts were cut short, however, as her eagle eyes spied that of a Greek vase, decorated with unearthly patterns of fantastical myths, perched precariously close to falling off of a dark-wood table. Making her way over quickly, the shade swiftly pushed the urn back to the center with a relieved sigh.
Only for that sigh to die in her throat at the sound of echoing footsteps sounding down the hall. Now, the other shade's hardly made any noticeable sound, so the Greek woman quickly checked that off of her list of suspects. The sight of the unknown person in mind brought her eyes widening, before she quickly swapped the look for one of neutrality. It was Hades, the King of such realm.
Gathering her basket up to her hip once more, the shade let out a small sniff before she spoke in an even tone with a harmless greeting.
"Is the night finding you well, my Lord?" Eurydice spoke across the short distance separating them, while she dipped into a small respectful curtsy. Soon after she raised back up, a swift tilt of her head followed as she awaited a response.