#sofia 001.

The sea is as much a friend to her now as it has always been. The waves rush against her skin as she relaxes comfortably in something that is called a ‘bathing suit’, content to bask in the sunlight. The momentary peace of her soul is soon cut short, however, by a familiar and yet unwelcomed presence upon the sand. While they had once been her jailers, in this plane, the furies cannot touch her, a fact Leyha takes vicious satisfaction in as her gaze turns to the woman. Something dark and dangerous glints in her eyes, a desire for retribution, to see someone else suffer for what was inflicted upon her. A cruel smile forms against the manticore’s lips as she perches against a large rock, her arms crossing against her chest. “You’re rather far away from home, aren’t you, fury?” ( @sofiamcrales​ )

Elene is not one to put herself into the troubles of the world. It is not her place, and the rift has learnt the lesson all too well what it means to be caught in the center of conflict. But at her core, she still has a tender heart, and cannot stand to witness the suffering of others while knowing she can do something to change it. Hestia granted her the gift of healing, and to ignore that would be both a betrayal to the goddess and to herself. It is what compels her to act, rather than turn away, at the sight of the injured woman. A fury. A real one, this time, not like the handmaids that sought to torment her so long ago. Ordinarily the species fills Elene with some level of discomfort, but it is easy to see that this one is in distress, and greatly wounded. Why has she not returned to the Underworld yet? “What’s become of you?” she calls out to woman, cautious but concerned. ( @sofiamcrales​ )

To invite anyone unknown back to her tree is not a risk Aella would ever be willing to take, no matter who made the request of her, but the forest remains as much her home now as it ever was. So it’s here that the dryad asked for the meeting to be arranged, surrounded by the wildflowers that enjoy her songs in a fresh patch of sunshine that peaks through the trees, sitting cross-legged and barefoot as the fury approaches. “You are the one which Helen spoke of.” It’s not a question but a statement, as violet eyes wander across the woman in curiosity. ( @sofiamcrales​ )