Shes fine with that, of course.

Grimalkin eyed the glass of milk perched on the corner and tapped it experimentally. "By the way," he continued , "the Winter prince wishes you to meet him in the clearing beyond the stream after you have eaten. He implied that it was important."

Good. Because he's not leaving her side again.

Shes glad. After a while, she seems to have some sort of nightmare.

Hmm....

She stands up and goes out to meet Ash.

Its pretty bad. At least, from what Ares can tell.

Grimalkin deliberately knocked over the glass of milk and watched it drip to the floor in satisfaction. It was a foggy gray morning, with mist curling along the ground in wispy threads, muffling her footsteps.





Ares heaved himself up to go over and nudge Isiea

She stared down at the misty grown.

That helps a little, but not by much.