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Her colleagues from Scapes had scattered not so long after their arrival, each of them seeking out the exhibits that interested them the most. Triteia's personal mortal guests moved around together, paying more attention to the traditional pieces than the modern media.
She herself kept Phobos company until she felt that he was more comfortable in this surrounding, less lost. He was a bit of a mystery; very quiet and sometimes almost invisible. Nothing like her own boy and nothing like his father. But Triton seemed to like the boy and she could see herself taking a liking to him.
Coming to a halt in front of a painting in a less crowded part, the nymph's gaze was drawn to the small details. "So much hard work," she said, her eyes wide and full of wonder.