Morrigan, Athena
Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?
Juniper’s face was impassive as she considered this question in her mind, and it remained so even as she answered. “We return to the earth,” she said, very simply, as if it was the most obvious thing. “We give back what we have taken from it.” It was only right — only fair.
Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist?
This one gave her pause. She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing briefly, as she wondered. Did she consider herself an artist? “In some ways, I suppose,” she responded, slowly and carefully. “Sewing and weaving are forms of art. Herbalism as well.” Her shoulders gave the smallest hint of a shrug. “Anyone can be an artist, if they take the time to hone their craft.”