Catherine St. Giles ✩ Nyx (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} full_of_stars) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
Her wings fluttered almost imperceptibly as she listened to him, reveling in the small comforts of being near him. It wasn't exactly the same, she knew that. But it had been so long that she could overlook the smallest nuances for the sake of the comfort he brought her.
Even so, her focus was clear enough, and the matter at hand was of clear import.
"Flat," she said softly. "Catherine occasionally calls them flats. Cat."
She nodded thoughtfully. "I don't believe our Eris is in Cat's flat. Apartment. But she has been there. They've eaten together. Her and..."
She wrinkled her nose.
"An Olympian. Eugh. Why would an Olympian be in my Cat's apartment?" She tried to pull details out, but they escaped her but for the simplest ones. It like trying to remember a dream, bits and pieces still vivid, but not quite making sense.
"Something is happening," she murmured. "We must not go back to sleep."