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[GOLDMAN MY GOATTTT]

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

"Beautiful. It doesn't look forged at all. Like you stole it straight off the back of Aristotle." Not that Aristotle would've worn a chiton like that. It would've surely had more fabric.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, which, while better than it was before, was still a bit off. "Thank you. I will deliver your compliments once I am able to return."

"Though I do wonder how beautiful you are with nothing on." He takes a step closer. He watches her face. Interesting girl. She didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't quite place what was wrong.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. She had no heart to freeze up with terror, but she could feel her metal joints becoming stiff. What was it Melissa taught her to do? She couldn't take deep breaths with no lungs of her own.

She hesitated. He backed off. That was good. She would be fine. "I would not have expected Athena to have children. Though, I suppose if any goddess were to find a way and stay chaste, it would be her. They are all brilliant children. Geniuses."

"The gods work in mysterious ways." He shook his head. But if he remembered right, Athena was raped at some point or another. By Poseidon, in a temple dedicated to Poseidon, maybe? Medusa might've been involved? So he could understand why she was abstinent. "I know one called Sophia. She's Selene's, but she worships Artemis. Do you know Sophia?"

She nodded. "I have met her. She is a very sweet girl. And she is a very talented hunter, from what I have seen. She may be small, but I believe it helps her hide better."

"Yes. She is an archer. Very stealthy. She's good at it. That's why she's a hunter of Artemis."

She knealt down to pick up the broom she dropped on the ground, glancing behind her in case another weird gray thing decided to approach her. She would very much prefer to be left alone, thank you very much. "Do you perhaps know how I would get back?"

She gripped the broom tighter in her hands. "How far away is it from here?"

"Several states." He almost forgets to add, "I can teleport. You might get a little motion sick though."

"I do not have an inner ear. I do not think I can get motion sick." She slowly rested her hand on his arm, like she assumed he wanted her to do. People were weird.

The stood statue still the entire time, showing no signs of dizzyness. As soon as she could, she withdrew her hand and fought the urge to wipe it off on her chiton. She glanced around for the Hephaestus cabin, which was where she was sweeping nere minutes ago. She bowed her head. "Thank you, sir."

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

"Beautiful. It doesn't look forged at all. Like you stole it straight off the back of Aristotle." Not that Aristotle would've worn a chiton like that. It would've surely had more fabric.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, which, while better than it was before, was still a bit off. "Thank you. I will deliver your compliments once I am able to return."

"Though I do wonder how beautiful you are with nothing on." He takes a step closer. He watches her face. Interesting girl. She didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't quite place what was wrong.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. She had no heart to freeze up with terror, but she could feel her metal joints becoming stiff. What was it Melissa taught her to do? She couldn't take deep breaths with no lungs of her own.

She hesitated. He backed off. That was good. She would be fine. "I would not have expected Athena to have children. Though, I suppose if any goddess were to find a way and stay chaste, it would be her. They are all brilliant children. Geniuses."

"The gods work in mysterious ways." He shook his head. But if he remembered right, Athena was raped at some point or another. By Poseidon, in a temple dedicated to Poseidon, maybe? Medusa might've been involved? So he could understand why she was abstinent. "I know one called Sophia. She's Selene's, but she worships Artemis. Do you know Sophia?"

She nodded. "I have met her. She is a very sweet girl. And she is a very talented hunter, from what I have seen. She may be small, but I believe it helps her hide better."

"Yes. She is an archer. Very stealthy. She's good at it. That's why she's a hunter of Artemis."

She knealt down to pick up the broom she dropped on the ground, glancing behind her in case another weird gray thing decided to approach her. She would very much prefer to be left alone, thank you very much. "Do you perhaps know how I would get back?"

She gripped the broom tighter in her hands. "How far away is it from here?"

"Several states." He almost forgets to add, "I can teleport. You might get a little motion sick though."

"I do not have an inner ear. I do not think I can get motion sick." She slowly rested her hand on his arm, like she assumed he wanted her to do. People were weird.

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

"Beautiful. It doesn't look forged at all. Like you stole it straight off the back of Aristotle." Not that Aristotle would've worn a chiton like that. It would've surely had more fabric.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, which, while better than it was before, was still a bit off. "Thank you. I will deliver your compliments once I am able to return."

"Though I do wonder how beautiful you are with nothing on." He takes a step closer. He watches her face. Interesting girl. She didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't quite place what was wrong.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. She had no heart to freeze up with terror, but she could feel her metal joints becoming stiff. What was it Melissa taught her to do? She couldn't take deep breaths with no lungs of her own.

She hesitated. He backed off. That was good. She would be fine. "I would not have expected Athena to have children. Though, I suppose if any goddess were to find a way and stay chaste, it would be her. They are all brilliant children. Geniuses."

"The gods work in mysterious ways." He shook his head. But if he remembered right, Athena was raped at some point or another. By Poseidon, in a temple dedicated to Poseidon, maybe? Medusa might've been involved? So he could understand why she was abstinent. "I know one called Sophia. She's Selene's, but she worships Artemis. Do you know Sophia?"

She nodded. "I have met her. She is a very sweet girl. And she is a very talented hunter, from what I have seen. She may be small, but I believe it helps her hide better."

"Yes. She is an archer. Very stealthy. She's good at it. That's why she's a hunter of Artemis."

She knealt down to pick up the broom she dropped on the ground, glancing behind her in case another weird gray thing decided to approach her. She would very much prefer to be left alone, thank you very much. "Do you perhaps know how I would get back?"

She gripped the broom tighter in her hands. "How far away is it from here?"

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

"Beautiful. It doesn't look forged at all. Like you stole it straight off the back of Aristotle." Not that Aristotle would've worn a chiton like that. It would've surely had more fabric.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, which, while better than it was before, was still a bit off. "Thank you. I will deliver your compliments once I am able to return."

"Though I do wonder how beautiful you are with nothing on." He takes a step closer. He watches her face. Interesting girl. She didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't quite place what was wrong.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. She had no heart to freeze up with terror, but she could feel her metal joints becoming stiff. What was it Melissa taught her to do? She couldn't take deep breaths with no lungs of her own.

She hesitated. He backed off. That was good. She would be fine. "I would not have expected Athena to have children. Though, I suppose if any goddess were to find a way and stay chaste, it would be her. They are all brilliant children. Geniuses."

"The gods work in mysterious ways." He shook his head. But if he remembered right, Athena was raped at some point or another. By Poseidon, in a temple dedicated to Poseidon, maybe? Medusa might've been involved? So he could understand why she was abstinent. "I know one called Sophia. She's Selene's, but she worships Artemis. Do you know Sophia?"

She nodded. "I have met her. She is a very sweet girl. And she is a very talented hunter, from what I have seen. She may be small, but I believe it helps her hide better."

"Yes. She is an archer. Very stealthy. She's good at it. That's why she's a hunter of Artemis."

She knealt down to pick up the broom she dropped on the ground, glancing behind her in case another weird gray thing decided to approach her. She would very much prefer to be left alone, thank you very much. "Do you perhaps know how I would get back?"

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

"Beautiful. It doesn't look forged at all. Like you stole it straight off the back of Aristotle." Not that Aristotle would've worn a chiton like that. It would've surely had more fabric.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, which, while better than it was before, was still a bit off. "Thank you. I will deliver your compliments once I am able to return."

"Though I do wonder how beautiful you are with nothing on." He takes a step closer. He watches her face. Interesting girl. She didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't quite place what was wrong.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. She had no heart to freeze up with terror, but she could feel her metal joints becoming stiff. What was it Melissa taught her to do? She couldn't take deep breaths with no lungs of her own.

She hesitated. He backed off. That was good. She would be fine. "I would not have expected Athena to have children. Though, I suppose if any goddess were to find a way and stay chaste, it would be her. They are all brilliant children. Geniuses."

"The gods work in mysterious ways." He shook his head. But if he remembered right, Athena was raped at some point or another. By Poseidon, in a temple dedicated to Poseidon, maybe? Medusa might've been involved? So he could understand why she was abstinent. "I know one called Sophia. She's Selene's, but she worships Artemis. Do you know Sophia?"

She nodded. "I have met her. She is a very sweet girl. And she is a very talented hunter, from what I have seen. She may be small, but I believe it helps her hide better."

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

"Beautiful. It doesn't look forged at all. Like you stole it straight off the back of Aristotle." Not that Aristotle would've worn a chiton like that. It would've surely had more fabric.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, which, while better than it was before, was still a bit off. "Thank you. I will deliver your compliments once I am able to return."

"Though I do wonder how beautiful you are with nothing on." He takes a step closer. He watches her face. Interesting girl. She didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't quite place what was wrong.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. She had no heart to freeze up with terror, but she could feel her metal joints becoming stiff. What was it Melissa taught her to do? She couldn't take deep breaths with no lungs of her own.

She hesitated. He backed off. That was good. She would be fine. "I would not have expected Athena to have children. Though, I suppose if any goddess were to find a way and stay chaste, it would be her. They are all brilliant children. Geniuses."

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

"Beautiful. It doesn't look forged at all. Like you stole it straight off the back of Aristotle." Not that Aristotle would've worn a chiton like that. It would've surely had more fabric.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, which, while better than it was before, was still a bit off. "Thank you. I will deliver your compliments once I am able to return."

"Though I do wonder how beautiful you are with nothing on." He takes a step closer. He watches her face. Interesting girl. She didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't quite place what was wrong.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. She had no heart to freeze up with terror, but she could feel her metal joints becoming stiff. What was it Melissa taught her to do? She couldn't take deep breaths with no lungs of her own.

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

"Beautiful. It doesn't look forged at all. Like you stole it straight off the back of Aristotle." Not that Aristotle would've worn a chiton like that. It would've surely had more fabric.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, which, while better than it was before, was still a bit off. "Thank you. I will deliver your compliments once I am able to return."

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

"Ah, a demigod, then?" Edan asks, tilting his head. His fingers curl together behind his back. Stupid urge to defy. This must be why Pandora opened that stupid box.

She nodded, looking down at her chiton. "I believe some of the demigods made it. It would have been one of the children in the Athena cabin. It is almost exactly like my old attire."

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"Why? I am well aware of the anons, that's not your fault." He looks over her attire. It was not that of current mortals. He wonders if she is old like him. "I like your robes. Where did you get them?"

She paused, ultimately deciding to accept what he said. "They were woven for me to replace the old ones at this 'Camp Half-Blood'. The old ones were far too worn to keep."

The broom she was carrying clattered to the ground when she fell. When her body hit the floor, it sounded like the clang of metal. Her face made it seem like she couldn't be much older than 30, but her garb was all old. Like something out of a museum with all the ancient Greek statues. She slowly pulled herself up, standing about a foot taller than him and rubbing off her arms. What was that thing from before? "I apologize," she spoke monotonously.

"This is Camp Half-Blood. I was told that you needed to be shown around." She explained simply.

"This is where deemigods live. It is safe from monsters and mortals. They said you needed somewhere to stay."

She tilted her head stiffly. "Is there an issue? What do you want to do?"

"I can lead you to a cabin. Do you happen to know who your godly parent is?"

"In that case, the Hermes cabin will have to do until you are claimed. Demigods seldom go more than a week before they are claimed and can move to their real cabin. It is not far."

She hesitated for a long moment before taking Violet's hand, not something she would have done a year ago. She had to bend her knees slightly due to her height. "This way."

She nods and stays close to the stranger, willing to follow her for now

Luckily, she was already by the Hephaistos cabin, not the woods where Bunker 9 was, so it hardly took a few minutes to get to the Hermes cabin. Most of the kids were out doing daily activities, and thankfully, it was the winter, so there were fewer kids. "There should be a free bunk this time of year. When the spring becomes summer, however, many have to sleep on the floor."

She nodded. "Of course. I am here to help. Chiron is typically in the Big House, which is aptly named for its size. He and Mr. D run this camp. They will be able to help." She explained. It felt so odd calling Lord Dionysos "Mr. D". It felt so improper. But that is what she was supposed to say, so she will keep at it.

"Good day. I should be near the Hephaistos cabin if you need me again." She turned to leave.

"This is Camp Half-Blood. I was told that you needed to be shown around." She explained simply.

"This is where deemigods live. It is safe from monsters and mortals. They said you needed somewhere to stay."

She tilted her head stiffly. "Is there an issue? What do you want to do?"

"I can lead you to a cabin. Do you happen to know who your godly parent is?"

"In that case, the Hermes cabin will have to do until you are claimed. Demigods seldom go more than a week before they are claimed and can move to their real cabin. It is not far."

She hesitated for a long moment before taking Violet's hand, not something she would have done a year ago. She had to bend her knees slightly due to her height. "This way."

She nods and stays close to the stranger, willing to follow her for now

Luckily, she was already by the Hephaistos cabin, not the woods where Bunker 9 was, so it hardly took a few minutes to get to the Hermes cabin. Most of the kids were out doing daily activities, and thankfully, it was the winter, so there were fewer kids. "There should be a free bunk this time of year. When the spring becomes summer, however, many have to sleep on the floor."

She nodded. "Of course. I am here to help. Chiron is typically in the Big House, which is aptly named for its size. He and Mr. D run this camp. They will be able to help." She explained. It felt so odd calling Lord Dionysos "Mr. D". It felt so improper. But that is what she was supposed to say, so she will keep at it.

"This is Camp Half-Blood. I was told that you needed to be shown around." She explained simply.

"This is where deemigods live. It is safe from monsters and mortals. They said you needed somewhere to stay."

She tilted her head stiffly. "Is there an issue? What do you want to do?"

"I can lead you to a cabin. Do you happen to know who your godly parent is?"

"In that case, the Hermes cabin will have to do until you are claimed. Demigods seldom go more than a week before they are claimed and can move to their real cabin. It is not far."

She hesitated for a long moment before taking Violet's hand, not something she would have done a year ago. She had to bend her knees slightly due to her height. "This way."

She nods and stays close to the stranger, willing to follow her for now

Luckily, she was already by the Hephaistos cabin, not the woods where Bunker 9 was, so it hardly took a few minutes to get to the Hermes cabin. Most of the kids were out doing daily activities, and thankfully, it was the winter, so there were fewer kids. "There should be a free bunk this time of year. When the spring becomes summer, however, many have to sleep on the floor."

"This is Camp Half-Blood. I was told that you needed to be shown around." She explained simply.

"This is where deemigods live. It is safe from monsters and mortals. They said you needed somewhere to stay."

She tilted her head stiffly. "Is there an issue? What do you want to do?"

"I can lead you to a cabin. Do you happen to know who your godly parent is?"

"In that case, the Hermes cabin will have to do until you are claimed. Demigods seldom go more than a week before they are claimed and can move to their real cabin. It is not far."

She hesitated for a long moment before taking Violet's hand, not something she would have done a year ago. She had to bend her knees slightly due to her height. "This way."