Shiri was on a natural high this afternoon. Woke up in loving mortal arms, went to 'sunrise' (actually nine o'clock) Methodist beach service where people were playing Ode to Joy on guitars, and now the email about a muse-picnic.
She was a flash of light blue fabric and pale white skin as she nimbly raced through the park, grabbing Erato's hand without a second thought and dragging her to where she could see her other two sisters were.