WIND
Demeter led me through the hallways and I tried to memorize the path in my mind since I didn't think Demeter was going to stay there and wait while I talked to my father, and if I didn't succeed in talking some sense into him, I knew I was going to need to find my way back on my own.
Demeter looked a lot like her son. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was Mason's mother, the resemblance was more than evident. They had the same warm, welcoming gaze in their green eyes, and when they smiled it was as if the sun were shining with them. The only true difference, although only slightly, was their hair. While Demeter had dark brown hair that resembled the color of dark, fertile dirt, Mason's was lighter and had bits of streaks of blonde hair and I supposed that had to do with his
