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even in the midst of near delusion from her current state of fatigue, she was still very pleased to see elio. something about his handsome face and sunshiny personality instantly brightened her mood. “i assume waking up at dawn is part of the routine for apollo’s children?” she teased, lips peeling back to reveal a small smile. margo returned the book she looked through on the shelf and sighed. “what fight?” the french princess asked, only to realize a bloody lady attacked camp only a day ago. “oh… no. well, yes.” she was stumbling over words, clearly tired if that hasn’t already been made clear. “i prayed to hera the night before. she showed me something.”
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“You’d think,” he laughs and looks through the other books stacked on the shelves. As expected nothing really strikes his fancy, but Elio was never a reader, much to his mother’s dismay. “I’d say I’m the odd ball. The others are still fast asleep. Maybe I’d be too if it wasn’t for years of waking up at 5AM for morning practice.” But there was also something about catching glimpse of the sunrise that made it all worth it, enough so for Elio to continue sticking to this routine. “Wait do they do that? Answer when you prey?” That’s a thing?














