Here's a face that's been keeping to herself

[aigiochos]

Thalia is sitting at a table near the observation window; bits of feathers, binding string, glue and small shafts of wood lay forgotten as does the cold pizza. It's understandable really, after all this is the window to the End of the Universe, except she has that type of ten mile stare that clearly states she is looking at something she is not seeing.

Can that much revery really be good for the soul? Only one way to find out.

[Tiny demigod tag: Thalia, daughter of Zeus]
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