" I don't know. " She sat down at the edge of the pond.

The fey couldn't let Lise be miserable in peace. A herd of satyrs surrounded the girls, their eyes bright in the gloom.

Isiea sits down too. She doesn't say anything else. She just ignores the satyrs.

She ignored them, putting her knees in her chest and her head down.

"Pretty flowers," one of them said, stepping forward. He had a dark face, a goatee, and horns curling through his thick black hair. His voice was low and soft, and had a faint Creole accent. "Why so sad, lovely ones? Come with me, and we will make you laugh again."

" im fine. " She mumbled softly to him.

"Ares. Get over here." Isiea calls calmly.

Ares comes out of the water, very similar to how he had the first time she had met him.

"Alone is a terrible thing to be," the satyr said, moving closer. He smiled, charming and attractive. Glamour shimmered around him, and his mortal guise was visible for a split second: a handsome college boy, out walking with his friends. "Why don't we get some coffee, and you can tell me all about it?" There was a glint of raw lust in his eyes, and in the eyes of his friends.

She looks away. " I don't like coffee. "

Isiea's bored. So, she rolls with it. She stares up at him, making her expression appear as if she's interested. "What's your name?"