She smiles. "[color=662d91]There they are.[/color]" she said softly. She sat up and grabbed a glass of water. She took a sip from it and then set it down. "[color=662d91]You think your should tell Arty whats going on with Ivy? Call her?[/color]" she asks him. 


Back in Artys room she was sitting on her bed with Adam and sighed. "[color=6ecff6]Why did you chose him? I mean why do Gods have to chose hosts? Cant they do what The greeks do.....Fuck everything with two legs? Some times four.....[/color]" she asked him. She picked up his hand and grabbed a pen She started to sketch something on his palm. A habit she had when she was talking to some one. At one point Nona and her arms filled with sketches. "[color=6ecff6]I mean....[/color]" she sighed. She then waited for his answer. She then summed up everything. "[color=6ecff6]what was he thinking and doing during the four years i had no memories.....Was he worried about Ivy? Devon? Max? Me?, What happens when a host dies.....natural or otherwise....And why?[/color]" she asks him.