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The city hasn't changed very much, in the time since he was last there. The market still heaves with bodies, the air heavy with spice and incense. He finds himself remembering the scraps of Hindi that he learned when he was here last. He doesn't know the others well, but he tries to keep them in the corner of his eye - particularly Kivrin, who he knows matters to Julie.
"There has to be some way back," he says, to nobody in particular. "To the island, I mean? We cannot be stranded here?"
ooc: gathering post! This is where they get separated, so choose the groups you will, darling ones! :D
"There has to be some way back," he says, to nobody in particular. "To the island, I mean? We cannot be stranded here?"
ooc: gathering post! This is where they get separated, so choose the groups you will, darling ones! :D
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"That's him," Aphrodite confirms, her expression softening automatically at the mention of his name. "He's a demigod. Son of Hermes. He hasn't had the easiest life, and the island's been pretty jerky to him lately."
She puts on a flippant little smile, adding in the kind of vain statement anyone she knew back home would expect of her. "Except for how he's got me, of course."
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