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She'd asked and asked nicely and asked and asked again - not cutely, not saccharine sweetly but nicely and respectfully but not subserviently - the way she knew would get his attention. The way the mortal girl talked to him, the way their rainbow sister talked to him - that was the way he liked. So he let her go. To Hawaii. To the show dedicated to a girl who was part of the world the triplets' father used to be a part of.
One of the three sisters was allowed to come; the dark one, the blackness during a storm, Celaeno. Silently she wandered from room to room, not expecting to be noticed, noticing everything around her in return. There was the girl of the hour and she reminded the Harpy of her childhood, of a time when she was more than a hound of Zeus'. And there was another monster there, the stone snake woman with no scent, speaking to the one who made her what she was.
Pulling her hat down, Thaumas' daughter glided to a different part, only to stop in front of delicate colours on delicate silk.