WHO: Padraig and English!Euterpe WHAT: Old friends reconnecting WHEN: Friday afternoon WHERE: Their houses and then probably a pub
It had been a few days since the American Patrick had contacted him to ask about an English Clio. Patrick had asked if Padraig had any information, but all he knew was that Clio was indeed in the British Isles somewhere. He had called George, but that was all the English saint had known as well.
Padraig felt ridiculous and embarrassed when he realised the answer was clearly to contact his old friend, Euterpe. She was a muse and would likely know the whereabouts of her sister. He had been close with Euterpe on and off over the centuries, though he hadn't really sat down to talk to her for a good decade or so.
It wasn't too difficult to contact her. They lived in the same city and on the few occasions they had crossed paths for a few brief moments, they had exchanged details. He dialled her mobile number and waited with a smile on his face for her to answer. He was looking forward to speaking with her again.