@valdezin8r || u have invited chaos into ur home
The winter has been a mess, but it looks like spring is finally trying to push through. Last night Percy heard the peepers going as he tried to go to sleep, and the weather has been warming up, bringing rain to wash away the snow. He can see the nymphs starting to poke their heads out and tentatively prepare for spring, for real this time, and the Demeter cabin has been getting greener every weekend.
As far as Percy is concerned, sweatshirt weather means spring. And he’s getting as restless as the dryads. The number of kids living on campus is still low, will be until summer, but this weekend in particular it seems like the camp is painfully sleepy and slow. Even the woods aren’t quite in the swing yet -- still stocked low for the winter, and he’s getting sick of fighting myrmekes.
He ends up plopping down at the Hephaestus table at lunch, right across from Leo and to the mild confusion of Leo’s siblings; outside of summertime the cabin table rules were more relaxed, but Percy never much followed them in the first place -- who would, when it meant eating alone?
“We should fight,” he says bluntly, already shoving pizza into his mouth. He and Leo have reached a point where they’re able to more or less spit out what’s on their minds with very little finesse, and somehow, miraculously, things are communicated effectively. He keeps wolfing down his pizza, waiting for Leo to agree or express confusion.