Daughter of Bellona; Goddess of War

Friendly. Holden Winter. And you are, Miss—? [busy?]

                  I don't know how I keep running into you people. I've met three of your kind. [nods her head to the eagle on the woman's arm]

             Or lack thereof. 

    She had been traveling for what seemed like decades and had in all reality only felt like a couple of days. More than she was willing to admit, there came times when she thought to give up, to throw her pride into the wind and let the darkness and the monsters consume her. Hadn't she fought it long enough?

    But a voice always came to her at the most opportune of times, answering her;

                        No.

              And it was so forceful and yet gentle that she'd pick herself up, clench her fists and fight on, more fierce and more confident than she had before. The journey had made her stronger than she could have ever hoped to have been during her time at Camp Jupiter. She had gone on countless quests, but it was this one--this one where she was tested the most, where her life and the lives of many, many others depended on her--that was beginning to mold her.

                         She would bring back that statue if it was literally the last thing she did and by the gods, she would right their wrongs and bring peace among her kind.

S’that a compliment from the demigoddess? Gonna go to my head.

Not aimin’ to be noble, sweetheart.

"Depends on what you consider far," It’s only on the second look-over that he realises where her hand has gone to, but he can’t find it in himself to be surprised. With a sigh, he rubbed right along his brow, eyes briefly shutting before he looked to her again, "I’ve been made aware of that a few times, yeah." He’s really starting to wonder at that point of Kenzi had taped or, hell, sewn something on him to get these sort of reactions. 

       "I see," she said shortly. He didn't seem like much of a threat, but Reyna would be an idiot to think of him of anything else before getting more information.

Dyson looked her over, a single eyebrow arching up in mild amusement. It was the second time that day that someone’s reacted to him like this. It made him wonder if he had a sign on him that said ‘Return to Toronto,” “Dyson and well,” he looked around, a small crooked grin on his lips, “I walked here.” Exploring, it’s gotten me some interesting results so far. She had an odd scent about her, something that, while human, had a slight distinctive note to it that no one he’s met ever had. 

    "And have you walked far?" 

               She didn't know how she felt about that grin on his face. It was almost... predatory. Her hand went to her gladius without much thought, but with much fines and subtly.