As the sun began to set on yet another hectic day at camp, Asher found himself eager to unwind. After the last quest he’d returned home from, a lot of things had been on his mind. The fact that one of his father’s muses was out there somewhere, under the sea most likely, the fact that he’d met her daughter, the mess that had ensued with the water creatures was almost too overwhelming. It had been one of the more insane quests he’d been on, and that was saying something.
So as the day finally began to wind down, he sank gingerly into the hot spring that he’d found just outside of camp a few weeks ago. While it was probably a well known spot for the locals, he had been rather proud of himself for finding it all on his own. Eyes melted shut as his muscles relaxed under the warm water. It was only the rustle in the trees behind him that snapped him back to reality. “Mako?” he called out once he’d recognized the man’s features strolling toward him. “Two great minds, huh?” he mused, shifting a bit to make room for the son of Poseidon if he so chose to join him. There was more than enough space.
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