The silence was notable, despite whatever smile remained in place. She was not little, no longer a little girl! Why was everyone so intent on labeling her as such? ...where had those thoughts come from? She stared at the wreath of flowers in her hands.
Persephone blinked away the vision and the thoughts that came with it. "Indeed there will be time," To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?' she took the fruit, broke past the thick scarlet skin... Her brow furrowed, as she tried to focus on the present. "Sorry, visions," she said, rubbing her temples. "A lot of visions." She paused.
"And I'm not that young," she added, with a slightly lopsided grin. "Just a little bit." She was serious again after a moment. "I missed you," she admitted, a seeming non-sequitor.