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“As old as the Earth has been green.” He hooked his index finger down between his neck and tie, loosening the knot slightly. He watched as she wandered off, frowning slightly. He wasn’t done here yet. There was a low hum, and in an instant he was beside her again. “So what’s there to do on this island anyway? Gotta be something keeping you sane all this time. You know what this place needs? A buffet.”

"It needs people, that is what it needs," she replied, not fazed by his sudden appearance beside her. She was was raised in a world of gods, that ability was far from impressive. "Not much, and I am far from what most people consider sane, I have spent the largest part of my life alone and kept from my home." Cal shook her head, stopping suddenly, "I have a garden though."

“I’ve heard stories about you… In the stories you stay on a island.. Right? I don’t remember much from the stories other than that.” She frowned some. “I think they do…. I’m the oracle and they don’t want anything happening to my gift.”

"They tell stories of me?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "But I do, I was cursed to an island prison for siding with the Titans during the great war." Finding the words, she started again, "And being allowed to live a free life will harm the gift of sight?"

The islands. Menoetius didn’t care for them much. Too much sun, too much water, sand, bugs… The titan raised a brow as she yelled. “Menoetius.” He stated simply. What else was there to tell?

The name rang almost familiar in her ears, though she wasn't sure what to think. She walked forward, unwilling to continue shouting from the distance she was at. "Alright, i am Calypso, though you're here so I highly doubt that's news to you."

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“Oh, well, thank you.” Charlotte looked around, worried that she might not make it home. “Ogygia? Where in the world is that? I’m not familiar with the name.”

"You are very welcome," she replied, unsure what else to say. The girl looked... uncomfortable to say the least, though the nymph knew not how to fix that. "I wasn't permitted that information when my pri- home was created."

Charlotte put a hand up to her forehead to block the bright sun from her vision. Not too far away, a woman was gardening. Charlotte decided to approach her; she needed to know where she was and how to leave. The woman yelled to he and Charlotte stopped in her tracks, her arm falling back to her side. She squinted at the woman and bit her lip for a moment. “I’m Charlotte. Would you mind telling me where I am? I’m lost, I’m afraid.”

Cal smiled as the woman approached as she didn't look dangerous, though not many that came to visit her did. "Beautiful name, Charlotte is," she called back jogging up to the other woman. "Ogygia, and all that come here are lost, worry not about that."

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"I was given time away from that place, not allowed in Olympus, but for some time I was given freedom. There are probably terms I know not of, but the heroes don't come as they were promised," she stared into her wine. "Maybe Zeus is rethinking my punishment."

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