It was hard to ignore the absurdity of the scene, played out in front of me, but after a while seeing Persephone scrub her skin with thistles, my thoughts changed from alarm to interest. It was her strategy to make her look wrinkly, but after decades of jumping into thorn bushes she knew she was immune to ageing. 

‘Mortals are so cool!’ she cooed. Immediately a blast of wind made Persephone fall flat on her face. While she was getting up on her stretched legs again, she hissed ‘Piss off!’ 

I asked who she was speaking to, but she continued in her friendly voice ‘My biggest stumbling block is that

I am hollow inside.’ 

‘And without organs you won’t hydrate’ I heard myself say. Persephone did not agree. 

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