Agave squeezed Meg’s hand. “I understand now why your father was able to build Aeithales. His work must have been special indeed. Not only did he come from a long line of Demeter’s heroes, he attracted the personal attention of the goddess, your mother. We are honored that you’ve come home.” “Home,” agreed Prickly Pear. “Home,” Joshua echoed. Meg blinked back tears.
