Persephone woke up with the sun casting a ray of light on her face. Her cats cuddled up against her on the couch. She sat up and stretched trying to wake up. Slowly standing up she put her heeled boots on and made her way down the stairs. The wooden tavern looked even older in the sunlight. The exposed wood aged with all the years of beings in and out of its walls. She sat down at the bar waiting for shay and ordered a glass of blood to wake her up some.