[Gets to be a teenager again, wahoo! So I guess he's only five and half feet tall or something. He looks himself over and, well, when you discard a thousand thousand mortal bodies there are things that don't bother you after a while.
He's going to kneel by the large pool and look into it.]
I bear no hurt feelings if that is your concern. Each challenge was rightfully won. And I can not help but admire one who would try to protect those they love with such grace.
I imagine I would also be hard pressed if I were to challenge you. You always seemed one of conviction.
[he does have a reflection. and as he touches the water, he notices two things: first, the water is very cold.
second, he can hear whispers. barely there, barely audible, vague and eerie and formless, inchoate whispering. They aren't understandable, at least not really.]
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He's going to kneel by the large pool and look into it.]
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...she's doing the same thing, actually. except she's still six feet tall. ]
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Aren't you usually my harbinger of bad luck?
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That sounds like a story.
[ Amaranth is here too, as young-looking as ever. There's a flowering branch with her where she once would have had a weapon. ]
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We simply seem to find ourselves on opposite sides. 'Tis more amusing than not. And each time she has been the victor.
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There is more credit in standing against one of her skill at all than there is shame to not prove the victor.
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I imagine I would also be hard pressed if I were to challenge you. You always seemed one of conviction.
I imagine you are close friends?
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[ a pause, to let that double answer process ]
But yes, more than a student, she is also a companion and one of my nearest true friends.
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And you know Persphone quite well, correct?
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He is my son.
I know him... [ voice soft and subtly wry ] ...as a mother does.
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1/2
I am grateful for your faith in the wisdom of mothers.
[ no wry twist to her words this time. if anything, she sounds almost sad.
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...anyway, this is Persephone's place, it must be, so hopefully all will go well.
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Flowers and poems and quiet and soft sunlight.
And sacrificing oneself for the greater good, correct?
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There is so much he keeps from others. At all times, but none more than when he withdraws into his sanctuaries.
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There's a lot he doesn't even share with me, really, I'm pretty sure.
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how close is he getting to the water?]
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second, he can hear whispers. barely there, barely audible, vague and eerie and formless, inchoate whispering. They aren't understandable, at least not really.]
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[Can he pick up a water lily?]
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the moment he stops touching the water, the whispers stop.]
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