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Still elated, Persia replied, "A galla?" Her face contorted slightly, "I, don't do well with people. I'm more of a sneak in and take things when no one's around type of person." Despite not being thrilled at the idea, Persia would still follow Hera into the field of battle. She didn't voice...

Persia's defenses dropped, for the briefest of moments, as Hera's face lit up. For that briefest of moment, Persia's face matched Hera's. Her face went aglow in joy, relief flooded her as she realized Hera didn't hate her. The moment had passed, Persia regained her composure, her stoic aura...

Aurelia's words hurt Peridot. Not because she felt wounded that Aurelia was trying to push her away, but because such a powerful creature was reduced to such feeblness. It felt wrong, like watching a waterfall flow upwards, something Peridot has experienced before. Peridot was torn. Should...

"I...," came the single, unsure word from Persia's lips, falling into silence like a rock being thrown into a bottomless well. Seconds of silence passed. Long seconds. Seconds that felt like minutes, like hours. She wondered why Hera had to be so perceptive. Or perhaps, she thought, not...

Persia turned at the mention of the Heart, her expression soured, if such a thing were possible. She spoke, timidly, "I, I have a buyer set up, b-but I can't move it for a couple of weeks, m-maybe months." Was she stuttering, she thought? She thought she was acting ridiculous, pathetic. She...

"I...," started Persia. What had she done? Why was her memory failing her now? Was what she was doing so insignificant as to be forgotten at the slightest provocation? Or was she really sp flustered that she couldn't think straight? She continued onwards, feeling the tension their strained...

"Well hold on just a second!" Persia was frozen in place by Hera's words, stuck in that moment until something else broke her out of it, "We haven't seen each other in ages, why don't you stay a while?" Persia replied with the same answer, "OK," unable to muster up anything else. Persia never...

"I..." Persia began to protest, though she wasn't sure what to say. She felt awkward standing there, the receiver of such a kind gift as Hera's warm smile. She decided to take her reward and go, unsure of how to act in this situation. With a simple, "OK," in response, she turned to leave.

Peridot gave a warm smile in return, elated at seeing a lighter side to Aurelia. She placed a warm hand on Aurelia's shoulder, "Poisons taste sweet so their victims won't suspect a thing. Be weary when handed sweet tasting medicine." Peridot knew Aurelia's words were in jest, but hoped her words...

Silence was Persia's preferred response to Hera, but her brother's voice kept echoing in her head, forcing her mouth to move and sound to emenate from her throat. "Are you..." A moment of pause, what would she say? Ask if Hera was angry? Probably a good idea, but she ended up changing tracks...

Persia was dumbstruck at how casual Hera was acting. Like nothing had gone wrong before. She was entirely unsure of how to respond. Yelling, anger, throwing things, that is something she could understand and respond to. What was she supposed to do with this. She followed Hera into her house...

"How do I make it up to her? I think she's mad at me," Persia asked her brother, Garrett. It was a relatively warm winter day. Persia was at her brother's house. He was looking sickly, but better every day. Persia didn't know how to confront Hera, she wanted to repair their relationship. So...

Peridot stands at Aurelia's words, "Silly girl. What did you do? I should have stayed. Lucky for you, I'm a master apothecarian. I dressed your wounds. I do say not even a doctor could have done a better job of patching you up, thanks to my salves. I also have a tincture for you to drink."...

Persia had spent the coming days in and out of a drunken stupor. She felt lost. Brutus no longer controlled her life, but she also no longer had her old crew. They gave her purpose. This kept her mind returning to Hera. There were many times when Persia picked up the phone to call Hera...

Persia kept her eyes focused straight ahead, not bothering to look at Hera, or anything in particular, until she was gone. It was her way of protecting herself from breaking down during emotional times. She wasn't sure how she would handle it. She felt overwhelmed, so she did the only thing she...

Persia watched as Hera struggled for words. It only made her indignation grow. Hera had nearly whispered, talking about pride. This caused all expression to fade from Persia's face. Hera's voice had grown muffled, Persia no longer registered anything Hera said. She wondered if she were just some...

Persia got angry with Hera's response. Not at all what she wanted to hear. Her eyes narrowed as her voice raised in volume, "Well, I got the heart as a gift for you!" There it was, out in the open. Persia suddenly remembered the ring Hera holds on display, adding to her outburst, "And what of...

Persia watched as Hera's expression changed, like she was going through some internal struggle. She didn't understand any of it. Though Hera's question caught her off guard. Her first instinct was anger, of course. Yell at her for not answering the question. Instead, she settled on, "I just...

Frustrated, Persia said, "Then why would you get me that glass dragonfly as a gift?" A small amount of that frustration seeped out of Persia's voice. She wasn't really mad, but more scared. Afraid that her efforts would be in vain.

Persia frowned, disappointed. "You don't like the heart?" After Persia said that, the thought of Hera reacting similarly to it before. She followed up with, "Don't you think it's pretty? Or are you just worried about breaking it?" Persia was satisfied with her questions. She thought they would...