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[poppingseeds]

[It is cold. Very, very cold. And Persephone does not like the cold, not one iota, nope. Especially not after having been dragged out from a very nice, warm summer's day in Greece

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[Will was on his way to the library, trying to distract himself from the heavy silence by mentally running through the latest choir piece in his head. He's so successful in this, that it takes him a second to realise that yes, that is a voice, and yes that is someone calling. It doesn't sound like Vorpal -- where ... ?

Will abandons the main path, following the voice down one of the side paths.]

Who's there?

[poppingseeds]

[Persephone starts -- was that really..? YES! It is another person!

In her jubilation, she darts down the path towards the other voice, nearly tripping over a trashcan on her way and sending the lid skittering.]

It's me! I'm over here!

[And there she goes, nearly taking out Will; she wasn't expecting him so near, but she's beaming.]

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[Neither was Will. He puts a hand out to steady Persephone or himself, it's sort of hard to tell.

What isn't hard to tell is the aura of magic around this new arrival. She's got High and Old magic in plenty, and its not the muted, paled, wilted magic that permeates the place. It's clear she's brought this with her.]

Ah. [Will is caught off-guard.] Hello.

[poppingseeds]

[Despite her clear excitement, Persephone steps back in order to draw herself up and look as queenly as she can. It's quite the feat considering the cold and grin.]

Hello, hello! I'm Persephone and I'm so glad I found you. Can you tell me what this place is? It's not another war camp is it? Or - or... Is there an Underworld, please tell me there's no Underworld.

[She's speaking quickly and through chattering teeth.]