InsaneJournal

Erato was up atrociously early this morning, which was none of her doing. Calliope had called her (and called her and called her) and somehow she’d been talked into getting up, dressed, and leaving her apartment to buy bearclaws and coffee and ride her bike over to Melpomene’s.

It was quite nice out, actually. The news of Clio had lightened her heart tremendously, and she was able to focus on the city in the morning, and enjoy the way the warm air flowed past her and played with her hair. Poor Melpomene, she was still so troubled, and Erato felt a little bad that she hadn’t pulled her weight, letting Urania and Thalia carry the load. Well, today she was doing the duty that Calliope had bullied her into, and she was going to pass on the message about Clio, and check that Melpomene was still in one piece.

“Hello?” she called, knocking on the door. There was a growl from the other side, and she took half a step back in concern. “Melpomene? It’s Erato, can I come in?”