Persephone closed her eyes. It did no good to step between them. None to referee. Her son was of an age where he thought he knew his mind and place, and herhusband believed differently.
Triumph set against scorn, a healthy mixing of arrogance in both. It tainted the air, until it was all she could do to not scream at the two. She'd schooled the faint tremble in her hand as she took a sip.
She turned and her eyes were distant. It was the only way she could keep either from knowing what their cold war did to her. "That is a sound plan, my son. Take to your shapes, and bring news back tome." She said softly.
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