* Pic is of Thalia
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The soft flurry of silk announced the arrival of another, and Thalia burst through a door, her dress flowing fluidly in the breeze, soft brown boots raining down on the stone floor as she brandished a mask, laughing as she pushed a wreath of ivy of her forehead.
Candice couldn’t hear their conversation, but the body language was one of merriment and cheer, Thalia laughing and dancing around, miming wildly with her hands.
"It's Thalia, as you know already... The Muse of Comedy," Apollo smiled, watching the two Muses frolicking in the sunlight.
My sister.
Candice noted that her sister wasn't wearing the pearl - the tear she'd shed when they'd met before - and at that moment she realized she was reliving a memory.
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