"River Day? What is River Day?" Selene repeated, popping a melon into her mouth and looking expectantly at Isolde.
Her glassy blue eyes looked as happy as ever. They had been ever since Isolde came to pay Selene a visit.
Selene was seated cross-legged on the bed with a bowl of fruit—bought by Isolde—nestled between her knees.
Her friend was perched on the side of the bed, a picture of forced calm. Isolde's stomach was a tight knot of dread, but she kept her expression carefully neutral, a practiced mask she had perfected under Jareth's order.
She had suppressed her feelings before coming here remembering that she owed everything to Jareth and she had to do whatever he wanted her to do.
There was no other choice.
"River Day is the celebration of Thalassa, the Mother of River Pack," Isolde explained, summoning a bright flicker to her eyes that she did not feel. "It's held on the last day of every waxing crescent."
