She felt him before she saw him, the eddies and currents of a river altered by by something larger than life. They might be pale shadows of what they had once been, but the feeling of might was still there beneath the surface. Cronus's entry brought Styx's attention back to her immediate surroundings, as the time for contemplation ended.
"Hello, uncle."
She had not seen him in centuries, and her perception in the underworld was altered. There, she was a Tartarean pool, more the river than the nymph. It had been a very long time indeed since she had faced Cronus.
Styx looked much as she had on her ventures in the world of the living. She cared little for the changes of the world, and one of the rare concession to them was the dark gray business suit she wore. Her expression was studied, schooled to conceal the distress she had been feeling for the past months, but the gray-blue eyes were fierce and set with determination. With a path chosen, all that was left was walk it.