<strong>Location:</strong>Clio's Dorm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clio<br/><br/>Upon her command, it was easy enough for Clio to get the cat to cough up the butterfly, now disassembled but with various parts that were similar in nature to the cat.  Taking apart the pieces of the butterfly that remained meant that Clio could easily figure out how to put it all properly back together again - it'd take several minutes, all told - but she had no idea how to make it do anything other than play the song, and then the cat would chase it and eat it again by their programming.  Without the cat, the butterfly would do nothing but play the song forever, a little flying music box provided by the gods.<br/><br/>While checking the butterfly over, the sun shone in through her window, a single ray piercing through the clouds and striking the wings to illuminate them in prismatic glory.  Those unfamiliar with the ways of mythology could easily mistake it as coincidence, but Clio knew better.  One of the Theoi involved in the sun had assisted in this gift.