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.
Blinking away the visions, Persephone sipped her tea. "Well, I missed you, Hecate," she said, turning to her. The newfound truth of things, however vague and clouded it might seem, made her feel so isolated from others, made her crave the presence of those she had known before, and Hecate was prominent among those. "And I'd like to get to know you again; it's really been too long."