PROSERPINA:
Something crashed behind her.
And upon hearing the sudden commotion, Proserpina feels a curious god of death slowly stir into attention at the back of her mind.
“POPPPPYYYY!!!”
…only for said god of death to promptly cut himself off faster than she could even register the words, let alone blink. So, she’s on her own.
Lovely.
Proserpina exhales noisily.
There can’t possibly be any sound reason for the blindingly bright god of the sun (and harbinger of headaches as Artemis liked to claim) to come running out of the blue towards her like the fate of the entire cosmos depends on it.
And not to mention, it’s not even five in the morning.