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Athene stretched out on the lawn, her pointed witches hat over her face to keep off the sun, and Artemis slithering over her chest, it's thin green body reflecting the sun light.
She was singing softly to herself, a nursery rhyme her mother had sung to her when she was little. Only she was singing in parselmouth rather than English.
She was singing softly to herself, a nursery rhyme her mother had sung to her when she was little. Only she was singing in parselmouth rather than English.