“You were seventeen, the daughter of Demeter. Your power mainly worked with vines that I saw, you love puzzles, you didn't know any card game other than go fish very well, you helped Jacob and I to get together, and you were the first one to be like family to me,” Ivy says quietly, staring at the flower.

Winter shrugs. “I’m hardly an official part of this crowd. Never seen you before, love.”