PHOCT: Round 2 - vs Sisca, p1Watching Sisca walk away from her, out of the lush garden of the Pool of Memory, and forcing herself to turn and leave as well was one of the hardest things Persephone found herself doing. Despite the girl’s brash nature, she was determined to see things through - an admirable quality, the god was willing to admit, but to see the Furies was suicide. Her knowledge of Sisca did nothing to reassure her that a visit to them would be successful; if anything, it made her more confident in her suggestion to see Hecate first. Unpredictable though the witch would be, she would at least be more willing to listen than those wild beasts. Even the mere mention of them made the goddess’s skin crawl, and she paused between two flowering bushes to gather her composure. It would be extremely unbecoming for her to be seen being petty. Unlike her brothers-in-law (once upon a time), she had standards to maintain. When she opened her eyes again, now taking in the world calmly once more,
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